~ Genesis P-Orridge ~
     ESOTERRORIST
selected essays 1980-1988


This work is dedicated to Paula, Caresse, Genesse, and to all those with thee 
courage to touch themselves.


It is always difficult to know what to say when one introduces new ideas to 
the public, particularly when such ideas run against the grain of established 
thought. The work and writings of Genesis P-Orridge are no exception to this 
rule.

The writings in this volume are by no means the collected output of a man 
who has spent his entire adult life publicly questioning inherited values and 
thought patterns, rather, this is a representation of his work spanning the 
later Throbbing Gristle era (ca. 1980) through about 1988. No attempt has 
been made to collate the pieces either chronologically or by subject, it seems 
preferable to offer them in random order. Thus, it is not essential to read 
them sequentially - pick up the book, thumb through the pages until 
something arouses your interest, then read that article or passage.

This mode of entry into the thinking of Genesis P-Orridge (or Gen, as he 
would probably prefer) is characteristic of his approach to magick. We 
should immerse ourselves in a system only to the degree that we find the 
system useful or interesting. What holds our interest Genesis' self-created 
Temple ov Psychick Youth is its ideological mobility - nothing is fixed. One of 
thee Temple's basic tenets is that "belief" and "reality" can never mesh in the 
tidy manner that empirical science once postulated. The world percieved by 
each of us is vividly colored by the brushstrokes of our own delusions and 
obsessions.

Thee Temple ov Psychick Youth is, to the best of my knowledge, the first 
organization - magickal or otherwise - that takes this observation as the 
starting point of a coherent philosophical system. Suggestions are offered, 
questions are asked - the answers must be found by each of us, for 
ourselves.

And so it is with Gen's writings. The problems are outlined, models are given, 
but in the end, no solution is presented as being clear-cut. It appears to be 
left to us, as Individuals, to decide where to go next with the thoughts of this 
unique and insightful thinker.

Tom Hallewell
Denver, August 11, 1989


THEE REVERSAL OF FATE

All images begin in mirrors and end inside our subconscious. All conscious 
mirrors crack and cut; Seep blood and stain our dearest outfits. Sitting in one 
position, head crookedly balanced on our knee, thee muscles tremble and 
shake involuntarily. We are left physically and mentally corrupted, nearer to 
thee mortality we are trained to fear and ignore. To encase in thee concrete 
of acceptance by our peers where it can do us no harm. In describing society, 
its behaviour, its grandiose stupidity, we can be motivated by compassion 
and despair coloured by not a little sarcasm and cynicism. Yet in every 
picture there is enervation and texture that rely upon a resented CARING for 
its coumposition. Framed by our own paranoias, framed by conditioning, 
framed by false witness and thee theft of all pieces of silver, we kiss thee 
cheek of thee land that bites us. Receiving in return nothing. Butter nothing 
is why we came here, nothing is what we so awkwardly strive and fight for. 
Nothing is our very precise confrontation with form and reason. It's easy to 
forget nothing and hard to describe it. What was it thee old slug breeder in 
thee mud once said in a moment of lucidity:

"Thee expression that there is nothing to express, nothing with which to 
express, nothing from which to express, no power to express, together with 
the obligation to express."

Creative action, destructive action to express a perception of thee weird 
phenomenon of being alive tries to illumine, clarify and describe some 
part(s) of human experience, it tends to achieve long-term relevance to 
individuals couming into contact with it by trying to grasp, or even form, 
thee values that guide that experience in a given age, or in this case "SECTOR 
OF TIME". And whilst "Time is that which ends" culture, for better or worse, 
it is that which does not. And thereby lies thee endless trick. Unlearned and 
unsung, denying explanations, butter avidly seeking them. Thee mirror 
receives our staring gaze and we melt quite gently and sink away leaving a 
smoky, cloudy effect, like bleach spreading in water. To cleanse our guilt we 
must describe our fate, objective war zone correspondents using thee aural 
language of everyday life to define our subject. Shattered or not our message 
remains neither fixed nor dogmatic, merely frozen moments of a deeply 
personal interior reflected outwards into every living room that hangs this 
sheet of magick upon its tatty wall. For a day, or forever, it makes no 
difference. True value never changes, it remains in thee only real sense, 
constant, because only time has a constant value, and time is thee medium of 
art.

"Nothing is more real than Nothing"

Human experience is, unfortunately, butter stimulatingly, thee experience of 
nothing and thee only reality it knows is thee inability to interpret itself and 
its mythically inherited structure.

After thee accumulation of too much history we have lost our innocence, we 
cannot easily believe in any explanations. We describe rather than feel, we 
touch rather than explore, we lust rather than adore.

So there you are...or were...

Genesis P-Orridge. London June 1986.


GERMAN ORDER

There is no honesty that is not born of patience. There is no hope without 
thee embracing of hopelessness. Thee acceptance of a moment after 
cynicism. There are lines, boundaries, earthiness in all these places, Split in 
two like a hacked corpse.

So many bodies, severed by thee railway tracks. So many tracks now, Berlin 
is breeding tracks, developing damage to a fine spell. Casting its special 
runes in thee language Fupark, strong, masculine and angular, yet decayed. 
Thee same split of mind and body, embodied in his Story and contained very 
precisely by thee addiction of time.
                          GYFU NYD GER SIGEL MAN THEE SIGNS
Thee Spear of battle and thee individual expressed as race. Words have a 
potence not diminished by technology, merely transgressed, and transfixed.

Thee German Order is a Cult of Souls. Dead Souls, Lost for-ever since they 
finally made essential contact with their collective consciousness. A far too 
dangerous application of deflection and distortion of hope and desire. For 
Germany practices magick, practices thee eternal divination which is so stark 
and real. Creates patterns which flicker far too long and clearly for sanity. 
Thee nightmare of Pan. Thee Pan Germanic nightmare. And yet, in this world 
of time there are no nightmares, only ugly dreams, life made real. Thee 
struggle of Man is to feel alive, to live in crisis is a basic method. To affirm 
our existence, to focus a blurred Self-Image. To cause resurgence through 
Imaging. To understand mortality for a moment of terrified bliss.

Thee German Rune. Thee place where all dreams meet from a pagan past 
that was so deliberately suppressed with total unawareness of thee primal 
risks such suppression invoked. Thee Christian mentality implanted upon 
thee Intuitive Magick of elemental human experience and observation, For 
Magick is in fact merely observation of Individual and Collective experiences 
and a functional, practical application of them, it expresses inarticulate 
flashes of thee abstract perception of our brains. Articulated by thee most 
accurate means of its moment fixed in time. So a prehistoric expression is 
made through sticks, blood, stones, thee environment. And a Medieval 
expression through chemicals, glass phials and written text, thee most 
contemporary language available. Now thee expression of Magick is through 
Video, Cassette Tape, Polaroid cameras and thee most sophisticated toys of 
our technology. There is a fusion of a disturbed potence when energy meets 
intuition with malignant force and generates flames of ecstasy. In a real 
sense we exist in a hall of Mirrors. Thee individual mimicks thee race. Thee 
race mimicks thee Individual. Both pure and abused. Thee disturbance of 
one can create thee disturbance of thee other. Their common language is one 
of symbols. This synergetic response can reverberate through all time. It 
ends with Time, and Time is that which ends. Germany has become an ikon. 
Its people trapped within it unreal. A tiny clenched and crushed symbol. 
How often do we really feel real, how often do our memories feel real? Thee 
problem was and is, how to come to terms with thee awesome fact of being 
alive. Humankind has in a very real sense common consciousness, a 
neurology. It is in a very real sense subject to a motivation based upon 
instinct, thee language of motivation is intuition, which is thee essence of 
Magick. This magickal view and direction of history has been suppressed for 
so long that evidence of it is almost invisible, yet contact with it is universal. 
You have been trained in scepticism and cynicism, you are trained in 
sarcasm. Dismissed without awareness of one's act is a method of pavlovian 
power.

Thee real work is investigation of thee potency of all symbolic languages and 
their sources. TV is a language, so is all expression, so is memory. A language 
of freedom must include an integration of conscious and unconscious where 
contradiction and non-verbal feeling cross fertilise. We have been split, 
separated from our sexuality, our neurology, our privately groomed 
mythologies. Symbols are our oldest, truest language yet they are invisible to 
order, to society. Only thee most unsubtle use is encouraged.

Germany is an archetype, living within and without its involuntary legend. 
Germany grew from thee articulation of thee psychology of thee unconscious. 
It grew into a nightmare expression of Pan, organised by senex 
consciousness with numbers and an idea of a clear centre. A mutation of thee 
exploration of thee background of thee rational mind by hysterical 
dissociation of all thought habits. We cannot touch myth without it touching 
us. Pan is panic. Compulsive. Fear is a call to consciousness. Through 
nightmare our nature is revealed. So strongly are they impressed upon our 
mind that on waking we often find it impossible not to believe them. They 
become a living reality, a motivation of Life. This is our memory. To 
articulate Germany we can only use image, there is no language of words. 
Thee themes and thee images of Germany are not mere subjects of 
knowledge, they are living myths and actualities, expressions of human 
magick, human sexuality, and panic. They have existence as psychic realities 
more real than their place in Time.

Bodies, decaying with fear, twist themselves around our unspoken language. 
Empathy and revulsion coexist. Thee potence of symbol, vivid yet unseen. 
There are never conclusions in this observation, perhaps a way through thee 
psyche into myth. In a very real sense thee order is artifice and disorder is 
thee precise benefactor and instigator of a final hopeless regime. Within all 
people time struggles, Those awake feel motive and motif, those asleep feel 
nothing. Occasionally myth, through intrigue, generates an explosion. Thee 
veins of thee body run with fear, thee nymphs of sexuality create oblivion. 
Timeless indeed, thee lost souls move gently like fading rivers. All 
boundaries lead to madness. An exact science is one that admits loss.

TOUCHING, both physical and sentimental, causes rejection and attraction. All 
magick is intuitive, instinct is not primitive, it is sophisticated. We are its 
final army aflame with risk and freedom.

What pictures do we have? Support, sadness, fragility, madness, and 
inspiration. Vision, a language of vision, a heiroglyphic language, a vicious 
brutal language. Germany is itself a neurological language. It speaks in 
tongues and flames, in myths and bodies, hopelessness and hope. Thee 
scapegoat celibate, thee goat Pan fertile and rampant. Both love of nightmare 
and hatred of disease. Sometimes just a tiny hole in Time, closing slowly over 
thee guilt of every linked subconscious sore.

As we make a final stand, we have no choice anymore. Sadness. Memory 
flooding. Once, swamped by thee damaging sarcasm of thee majority. Thee 
human dead. Thee unmagickal. Thee blind. Thee sleepers in grey. Thee word 
may be virus, but cynicism is virus too. Now we find our ground and we 
stand and fight. We fight with flickering pictures, runes of video, frames of 
memory and primal response, thee coumbination of animal lust for survival, 
and its tactical expression. We fight We have no other choice. We are 
engaged in a life Times fight. It was never, is never, and never will be a 
game. It's a matter of contact. Of motive. Of integration. Of strength. Of 
isolation within a network. If time is measured, this fight measures time. 
Time is equally for us and against us. Germany is thee image of territory. 
Thee image of battleground. Thee rune of coumplexity and simplicity 
warring for fertility. Pan. Thee barren are rendered fruitful, thee rituals are 
earlier than memory. Thee animal floods through thee man and through thee 
crisis creates panic. Life. Our dreams are vivid. Our rituals stand us apart. 
Motive is a key. Why? One does not need answers to feel confident of 
motive. And motif, picture, crystalises inate intuitions that flicker and fight. 
In a universe of flux there are no fixed answers. No fixed moments. Rapidity, 
fusion, flexibility are thee hard edges, thee frame of this alchemy of survival. 
Place is, in thee truest sense, merely a landscape we pass through. It has no 
density. Remembrance should be more exact. There are lines, boundaries, in 
all of these places. Their common language is one of symbols. 

When order is lost, time spits.

"THE BATTLE FOR THE MIND WILL BE FOUGHT IN THE VIDEO ARENA, THE 
TELEVISION SCREEN IS THE RETINA OF THE MIND'S EYE. THEREFORE THE 
TELEVISION SCREEN IS PART OF THE PHYSICAL STRUCTURE OF THE BRAIN. 
THEREFORE WHATEVER APPEARS ON THE TELEVISION SCREEN EMERGES AS 
RAW EXPERIENCE FOR THOSE WHO WATCH IT. THEREFORE TELEVISION IS 
REALITY AND REALITY LESS THAN TELEVISION"

                                         Professor Oblivion in Videodrome.

So far video has not really served any function. It Merely SERVES. Serves the 
corporations, conglomerate business empires, and producers who see it as an 
expansion of their existing captive audience and marketplace. A way to 
extend the shelflife of their dismal feature films. Another door through 
which to invade and shape the neurological structure of society. And last but 
by no means least, they see it as a way to absorb at source a potentially 
subversive and powerful means of liberation and revolt.

"Watching TV patches us into the world's mixing board, programs us all from 
a central transmitter."

Life revolves around twin switches that activate us. Control and Behaviour. 
Those vested interests that derive power and income from video recognised 
very early its threat. That people involved in radical culture and challenge of 
accepted modes of thought and behaviour would utilise video to short-circuit 
the pre-recorded games of power. At first, the equipment was prohibitively 
expensive. Now it's cheaper and it is no coincidence that mass access has co-
incided with suppressive legislation. Now if you want to copy and sell 
privately, independently made videocassette you must pay for a license, and 
have a government bureaucrat view and approve all its content first. As 
there are no clear descriptions of what will be acceptable, anything that 
threatens big companies making profits from rehashing failed movies, 
anything political, anything sexual, anything free in thought, words and deed 
will be proscribed. To sell without a license will be a criminal offense. Thee 
most powerful of video's qualities - to be able to disseminate ideas, 
information and images cheaply - will be lost. Unplugged at birth.

Why should those in power wish to control video-tape so carefully and 
totally? Well, in Iran the Ayatollah's main propaganda resource was audio-
cassettes. At the peak of the revolt, thousands of audio-cassettes of his 
speeches were spread throughout Iran and are largely accepted by 
observers and CIA alike as having been crucial to the rallying and 
resurgence of Fundamentalism and through that to the Moslem revolution. 
Imagine the increased potence in a Western country, weaned on television, 
of a similar socio-political campaign waged on video. It's not so far-fetched. 
Think of a Western European country, even Britain, in 10 years time: 
disaffected, consumerist, totally disillusioned, dehumanised, debilitated, 
embittered by an endless stream of obviously uncaring, utterly dishonest 
and weak politicians and so-called democracy. A massive campaign of video-
tapes describing simply how everyone really feels, the things they say to 
each other as they watch television, as they watch the news, added to visual 
examples of how to manufacture weapons, bombs, what graffiti to spray, 
where to attack, pictures of targets, a manual of revolt in the comfort of your 
own home. A video warfare. Alternative news items, rallying calls, cut-ups of 
politicians to show what they are really saying. This would probably have an 
effect on society's psyche greater than a cruise missle.

At present video does not engage the whole person. Our reality is already 
half video-hallucination. If we are not careful it will become total video-
hallucination and we'll all have to learn how to live in a very strange, totally 
constructed and commercially supplied new world.

"VIDEO LIFE IS ALL OVER THE WORLD"

                                                  Professor Oblivion.

The power of video politically is its ability to be easily manufactured and 
copied at home, outside the network system. The agents provocateur of the 
future will smuggle master tapes of videos, commit video espionage. If you 
want to try a small scale espionage, here is one possibility. There is a huge 
audience watching rental videos. It's very easy to cut in images and 
messages onto hired videos, or on the blank space at the end, and return 
them to the shop.

Video has many properties in its favour to the disaffected and cynical on the 
street. The most valuable of these will be seen in retrospect, that is video as 
an information and idea resource, the Image Bank. If you stand outside and 
look at what Ikon and Doublevision and Psychic TV are doing, there are 
links. Ikon have begun by issuing music documents, expanded with a 
collaboration with PTV to release the seminal and highly influential material 
of Antony Bach, William S. Burroughs and Brion Gysin. Who, it is no 
coincidence, propagated and pioneered the cutting-up of tape, of image, and 
of inherited values and conditioning. "THE FINAL ACADEMY" document is a 
very important statement of the direction that video should take. Video can 
take a piece of reality, mutate and distort it so that the manner in which it 
conditions and numbs us is revealed. E think this process is the most 
important factor in cultural war at anyone's disposal. On Doublevision 
CABARET VOLTAIRE use the found imagery off TV, and from mass culture, 
and choreograph it into a surreal and distorted lifescape that in many ways 
is what most of us really see and FEEL day to day. We live in overstimulated 
times. We crave stimulation for its own sake. We gorge ourselves on it, we 
always want more, whether it's tactile, emotional or sexual. This addictive 
and unfulfilling culture is expressed through the idea of style, fashion, 
newness. It leads to a permanent feeling of dissatisfaction of all the senses 
and personality, and to an ever accelerating law of diminishing returns. This 
basic addiction to newness and style for its own sake results in an addictive 
mentality, like a hit of a drug, a mode of dress, and leaves a society peopled 
by ghosts unable to define or experience reality. Addiction is a state of mind, 
created by disappointment. Consumerism reinforces this dilemma.

"It is not a style. It is a disease forced on us by the cathode ray tube"
              
                                                        Professor Oblivion.

In a way therefore, independent video-labels have to dig deeper, look at the 
very essence of programming and transmission. Reveal and explore the 
invisible language of video, that language is quite simply EDITING. Editing 
itself is the code of a new power elite, and in order to break their political 
necks we must disjoint and fragment that language. It is not merely a game, 
it is ultimately the real battleground for the survival of the human race.

Releasing videos of concerts is not enough. That is stage one. History. 
Releasing cut ups of familiar material off TV and off movies is not enough. 
That is stage two. What Ikon and Doublevision and Psychic TV are doing is 
feeling out the problem, developing a network. What Psychic TV intend to do 
next is to go to stage three. A declaration of political, magickal, and sexual 
war through video. Both in the search for a video method that integrates the 
conscious and unconscious mind, that satisfies and confuses, stimulates and 
questions in its construction and imagery, that does not frustrate. And, to 
back up this research, to have an encyclopaedia, a video-library in ongoing 
volumes that contains ANYTHING that might be of use, or lost, or suppressed, 
by any overground distribution system. The exciting thing about video is 
that it can be more than music documentation. It can integrate sound, vision 
and motion in a way never possible before. It is the nearest you'll ever get to 
an electronic molotov- Go out and throw one. Cause the cathode ray tubes to 
resonate and implode. You are your own screen.

genesis p-orridge 1985 London.


THEE THROTTLE

No fear, except thee fear of leaving. Death is like each other. Life has only 
dreams to recommend it, and thee security of being inside. To be part of a 
group, to be INSIDE, is to enter thee body and partake of sex. We thrive on 
violation. We attempt to recreate thee excitement of a first moment's 
intensity by deceptive means.

Happiness can give you fear. Of course thee fear of it ending. Thee only real 
fear is fear of ending, and thee only joy is violation. Unhappiness gives 
insight cruelly, happness makes a death threat. 

As time passes thee addiction dwindles. Always a jolt of steel. Thee orchid 
and thee metal. Muscles, no longer as loose as childhood, ache in memoriam, 
stiffening with age before beauty. Age before lust, or love. Demand outstrips 
supply, we congeal, fixed in parables and fantasies.
  
Thee past controls through people. Little girls becoum young ladies. They 
attract by their lack of experience, unaware of thee spell, more coumcerned 
with being inside than observation they accept thee host. They create a ghost 
that haunts forever. Thee ache for reclamtion.

Perhaps, thee story goes, if you recreate that first moment, passed, you can 
travel back in time. Or by creating a stranger, replenish lust. Violation is a 
form of breaking thee rules, a necessary act to exist. Conscious deception and 
threat of oneself and one's security affirms existence, makes real. Sexuality, 
getting inside, makes real and once inside we can make anything happen. 
Eyes shut in a coffin, a world of darkness, we travel into that darkness to 
reconvene our emotions and listening hard we see every detail of every 
sexual act. Little girls masturbating about tomorrow. Every second losing 
intensity, creating thee need forever to go back inside and feel safe, to travel 
back and feel alive. It really is so difficult. What we have creates our need. 
Restrictions are removed like school uniforms, we discover eroticism in both 
manners. And manners maketh man, and woman. We enter our bodies. 
Inside is quiet, scarcely a solution in sight. Sharing a body is nothing. Sharing 
insight is everything. A fine balance maintained by neurosis. When we break 
rules, we becoum fools, driven by a desire for ignorance. 

Thee rules are created by a wound. We never escape them. We descend into 
them. Rats in a trap. All paranoia coums from thee past. It takes us like a 
rape and damages.

But in thee morning, after thee night, we fall in love with thee light. the 
solution is, to touch skin, and stay safe, deep inside.

Thee first step towards control is ownership. Thee foundation of ownership 
is understanding. Ownership of information is thee real system of control. To 
know a thing is to pssess it. To possess a thing is to be able to manipulate it. 
We see the manipulation of information through thee media of thee people. 
Search coumtinues. Control needs time. It's all a matter of time. Takes all 
kinds. Time is. Time was. Time is passed.

Turning over thee ancient symbols used to weigh gold in Egypt we terminate 
dreams. Regular trips to the undercurrent display of coumfusion and precise 
detail. Thee effect is one of accuracy of purpose and description. Images 
sequenced to define thee exact nature of time and place. New York. Skeletal 
myth jaded and scared. No self-respect breeds cynical self-abuse. Never 
return to thee previous character. Always create a new one. What do you see 
from thee faded telephone box? Two sides of one street infecting each other 
like worms. Visions convinced and betrayed. We becoum what we condemn. 
We eat what starves us. We shit what sustains us. A litany common to all 
butter God's. Designed by spirits dead and erect. Projections making light of 
surface. Endless, endless sadness. Thee resumption of guilt threatens.

Inside a shelter. Old men pissing on trees. Dogs turning circles of animals. 
Thee black sickly powder of fear. Speaking thee incantations aloud trapped 
in a lump of skin. Instinct breeding the final moves, thee infinite loves. We 
accept them on our sholders and leave you free. Then time ends. Eyes burn 
and close. Wounded. I wandered in that land. Making plans. Building strange 
concoctions of hope. Thee charm. Thee TV. Thee whiskey. Thee fur cellar as 
indecent as a beard. From cool to indifference. Visions convinced and 
betrayed. Looking from zero point there's all kinds of illusions. It takes all 
kinds of illusions, this death.

Thee pains don't ease as you get older. Thee hatred doesn't melt. Thee brains 
get blocked. Thee drains stray across to bare flesh, groaning at Nature's trick. 
Coum daze are like drug abuse. Coum daze are like friendship. Routines 
pulling away from vision, step in and destroy thee direction of youth. Thee 
permutation of desire to outclass death. We are sentimental and quite 
capable of finding laughter. No iceberg this tension. Thee averted eyes of 
youth. 

And now it's finished. Process coumplete. Only thee corpse to sacrifice like a 
gangster. Thee special forces of rape. Here we see a principle, here we see a 
subject. Endless twigs on thee fire. Axle cracked by frost. Resting. Snow has 
crushed my camouflage, killed my garden. Thee shelter is still there. Time 
was. Thee dogs are now dogs. Still turning circles. Thee eyes still burn. Time 
is. Choice as hard as bone. Yet another dream couming into focus. Ice on soil. 
Dog resting at my back. Daylight of friendship cracked with shadow. In this 
dream it begins and ends in a park at zero point. Pointless passover. Time is 
past. Heat of breathing as a door shuts. Affirmation of existence. In they 
coum.

"Nothing Here Now But The Recordings." says William S. Burroughs. 23 
visions of light. Thee small room. Memories of blood and urine by thee 
medical box. Links of old senses in rope....

There were shadows pulling scales from young flesh. Quiet and hooded. Thee 
small hands played patterns on thee window. Fog in living rooms. Several 
old, old pages curling as dog barks spewed across night time light. Rope 
tightened making furrows. No sound. In the essential nature of legends.

Thee Guardian secreted secrets from long utopias. Like alchemist parting 
mind from chemical as thee stones in a sexual cathedral drain steel from 
endless shadows of bureaucracy. Body shifting on wood, dog outside thee 
door.

There is both truth and history, projection and dream. Flickering memories 
as trains manoeuvre in old mens eyes. Rope slashing back hard. It's all a 
matter of counting. Betrayal of simple agriculture. Thee lack of wild 
explosions like a code to rebuild every life. This time thee victim is desired 
and wet. These lives are stones, played in ancient dreams of slick young 
flesh. Quiet and hooded. Rituals of male. Many shapes tatooed in old 
buildings. Old key to old. Resting. Slight shifting. Feet deepening red. No 
sound.

Across thee way a boy was grinning. Hard on obvious in old torn grey 
trousers. Inherited from an earlier victim of plague. Uniform remnants. Light 
of night filtering through where roof tiles slipped their tail and buggered old 
senile books across dreams. Nothing salvaging code. Thee same city we all 
used to pass away time in....

Each ritual makes demand. Slipping a wooden coil of expensive death under 
all those derelict lines. No engines anymore. No ghosts of death playing in 
thee grass. Just simple and banal, as you would expect. Terminus. Final flaw. 
If one could truly describe that light, of course it's grey, butter, that light, as 
images tumble, only eyes hurt from lack of focus. No physical sensations 
here. Limbo of stone. Men separated from brickwork. No polarity visible. 
Smiles of love from pitted carriages. Semen as thee corpse evolves into 
alchemy. Liquid sings of old religions. Hand smearing juice on cock, 
squeezing tight as it glides into unfaithfulness. Vanity of accounting. Pride of 
hindsight. Crinkling of skin against worn eyes.

There is no need for light. Scanning ripples of boyish flesh used to pass away 
time in. Car crumpled, rain on moss. Crack of wood. Only a few see this code. 
Grey suit draped across street. Feet derelict. Looking from zero point there's 
all kind of truth. In thee wrong camouflage. Not 1984. Taxi making waves 
from red lights and green visions. A green magician perhaps. Takes all kinds. 
So there it was. From school to outhouse to dream to hands touching. Thee 
old theories. Many an alchemist died for less, or so they say....

We live in fragments. Coumfortable ones disturb as much as thee bad. Takes 
all kinds. Leaves falling, coumtimes snow. Collapsed my camouflage net this 
year. We sit with thee lights on, eyes closed. Thumbing through dictionaries 
to explain. What makes this difficult? Happiness paralysing suicide. Is there 
madness in this method? Steroids lead to addictive joys and rejective death. 
Does guilt lurk like physical weapons waiting to mug us no matter how late. 
It's all a matter of time. Visions without affirmation destroy our guts. Thee 
ultimate irony of nature's game. Content without content. We play it both 
ways. Weighing up thee results. Did you know you can kill thee strongest 
boy with hopelessness. Empty, pretending to still dream we becoum still... 
and die. A spectral Jim Jones forgetting thee white night. Choices so hard, 
like bone. Old myths die soft and paralyse ambitions. Responsibility DOES last 
forever.

"Bad advice," says Monte Cazazza.

Always focussed on essence and suffering. It's so silly. Soft in happiness we 
slumber. Raw in pain we feel hopeless and dead. Thee outcast can never 
relax. Caring is blood. Thereby hangs a thread. This is not about one thing. 
Does not belong to one person, one subject. these words belong to anything 
we think. It's not thee name anymore. No set piece battles. No solution 
turning acid. There is a system evolving whereby all these words apply to 
every situation with a minor re-adjustment once in awhile. It takes all kinds 
of words, this life.

"Is this thee white path?" says Pociao.

All these marvellous words, teasing us so close to existence. Then time ends. 
It's all a matter of time. Blurred self-image corrupting thee game. Dangerous.

During a conference on tactics it was decided to terminate this mission with 
extreme prejudice. Butter who holds thee plan, who inherits thee game and 
is anyone in ownership. Sinking like a literary Titanic. This mission never 
existed. It originates in thee dark side of history. Getting thinner all thee 
time. Subject limited to a strip of one. A circle of animals. Motives replace 
products in our minds. Ideas replace writing. Objects are camouflage for 
ideas. It takes all kinds. Philosophy separates thee person from thee mass. 
Exit all legends, Enter thee laws of magick. In this world we entertain not 
audiences butter fantasies. We coumplete thee self-image, blurred or not.

Search coumtinues for correct process of re-arranging.

"Proclaim present time over," says Brion Gysin.

Somewhere in thee secret cathedral small movements. Old movies dream 
conflict. Thee old, old, area in sheets of snow, reversible, lacking truth. Green 
fades. Breathing short as spunk coats a dismembered arm. Part of thee text 
on thee wall.

Whenever thee dog turned thee night trembled. Shimmering like water 
moved by piss in a forest. Shadow moved in thee light. Peace of history. 
Marks of cold spray as thee material fades. Our appetite for miracles makes 
traps of time. Daze go by. Viciousness is not enough. Wooden pricks 
lubricated against dawn. Slow motion of exact formulae edging fear into 
spectres of old death. Key twisting sheet causing rivulets of blood and piss. 
Floor stained with patience. Only animals remain. No focus...

"What do you want?"

Next time thee dream whimpered. Who was counting back? Back of hand on 
kidneys. No need to define victims. Where do you hide terminus? Routine 
dreaming. Mirage that exists. Affirms wax of fur and bullet. In one dark 
corner thee exact dimensions concealed. And thee entrance danced to relive 
old histories plunging through boyish flesh to poor sore eyes. Lost in light of 
night, into that darkness. Always watched, all ways, relying on thee 
movement of least action.

To wait.

Always easy in this room. Small room. Chamber of conscience. Plaste flaking 
like love. Dreams contained in liquid. Sperm Wars in formulas. Drinking rain 
as trees expel thee emptiness of history. Thee temple of light.

Butter he sees you. As he waits. He does not need thee light of night. Thee 
serene dream of time, thee flesh ideas are heir to. When all movement and 
thought stops we are awake. We are awake because we are empty and 
ANYthing at all merely serves to fill us again.

Sad, E saw that game. On side near thee old house. Movement of rat in 
corner. Rustle of scales. Rubble crunching like snow, kicked aside like tin. He 
was grinning before he jumped. Nothing in particular. Dog shifting and 
sleeping. Oxygen short in thee air. Sound of breathing louder than old stone.

Light of night twisted

fading

Sound playing across skin like fingers. Prickling hairs on thee cock. No way 
to identify. Empty as flesh. Inside thee box papers inscribed with time.

Several days past. Thee gate remained closed. Shadows at attention marking 
time. Orders to thee last as vigils of death ponder flesh and all thee dogs 
crawl away. Car passes. Phone rings. Glass cracks. Did you see that? Black 
fingernails trapped to linen. Sound of steel beneath flesh, perhaps not deep 
enough still. Direction gone. Septic from piss. Line in around heel. Lack of 
nails cracked. Glass dreaming as thee doctor fell. Hiding his face they say. 
Dry noise in throat washing across winter as trains drift by. Counting.

Noise of dreams at thee door.

Huge tusks curved around thee gate.

"Open, open!"

For no reason.

Just a small drawing, an old routine frozen before.

Before Time.

Defining fate and destiny.

Thee traces remain. Thee sex scene over for now. Last night thee boy came. 
Open arms, black hair strong, empty pale face. A volunteer. Light behind in 
doorway. Fading painting. Slightly built, slightly tanned. Cock erect. Let 
dreams slide across floor of winter, splinters in foot. Gasps of blood. Feet 
stamping. Fingers jabbing in groin. Already empty. Drifting in history, no 
detail forgotten. No fact erased. Time trapped in a small room. He blinked. 
Looking up at thee ceiling, let out a tiny gasp.

There were thee usual number of tiles laid out. Grey as photographs. Thee 
same cathedral we all used to pass away death in. Small baby smiled. Kicked. 
Such simple structures cascade from box in corner. Fear of self-hate. Lust of 
destruction. Loneliness of stolen trust. Coldness of loss. Just a small game. 
Light of night twisted. Fading several days past. Dogs crawl away. Slouch in 
their corner rustling. Car dumped near pile of earth. Flicker of knife in air. 
Responsibility cracked like focussed flesh. thee window slammed shut. 
Awake, always. Here we are. Drinking rain as leaves cover dreams. Our 
favorite tree. From thee window now, just lumps of flesh moving near water. 
A section of wall flaking like death. Dreams contained in liquid.

They made ritual gestures and parted with no message spoken. Emptiness of 
history. Thee serene dream of time. Any flesh at all merely serves to spill us 
and then dies like spider underfoot. Cold draught and damp Wood of future 
placed near dying trees.

Sound playing across skin like light fingers. Needle buried in images. No 
sound. Always thee same number. Body tensed on stomach, expression 
traced in blood. Night. Inside thee box papers inscribed with time. Pressure 
of guilt Paralysing. Eyes useless. Regret forlorn. Heat of tracks counted like 
withered grass. Twisted in old hair. Throat washing across winter as old 
routine drifts by. No dream forgotten. Links of old senses in rope. Knots of 
divinity. Aware of floor on flesh, tubes of water. No thoughts, the best type 
of mind. Empty vessel like room alchemy stored stone beside. Thee life 
moving. Time gripping tight like a lover's orgasm. Trees bending. Quiet and 
hooded. Small noises of rats next door. Cable raw, celibate. Fur trembling like 
light. Pulling scales clear of rustling senses. In thee essential nature of 
legends shadows steal from endless beams. Thee rest left open. Drifting...


MUZAK-A CONCEPT IN HUMAN ENGINEERING

Frequency and Pulsation are beginning to appear to be one of thee most 
crucial metabolic stabilisers as medical and biochemical knowledge increases. 
Thee Black Box which cures drug addiction without withdrawal symptoms in 
10 days relies on frequency and pulsation. Small electrodes are attached 
above thee Mastoid nerve centres behind thee ears. A tiny electrical charge 
passes through thee brain sub-liminally releasing Endorphine, thee body's 
own natural "heroin/morphine", which drenches thee body, keeping it high. 
Thee "JUNK" drug is redundant, passes from thee body. Thee Endorphine 
prevents any withdrawal symptoms as it regulates thee metabolism and 
hormones. Once thee junk has gone, thee natural Endorphine goes too, not 
creating any withdrawel, bar slight sickness for a couple of days, an 
occasional, mild headache. So, you switch from INTRODUCED unnatural junk, 
to internally produced natural junk, this latter being no problem to the body 
at all. The Doctor who discovered this travelled through Tibet, thee Far East. 
Thee Black Box can be tuned to other Frequencies and Pulses to cure other 
illnesses and metabolic imbalances, e.g. Migraine, Periods, Asthma.

In Tibet, Singing Bowls, Singing Bells, Thigh Bone Trumpets, Drums are used 
in, to westerners, non-logical combinations to cure Migraines, Mental Illness, 
and other metabolic imbalances. Thee language used is different. Thee heads 
of Demons are split asunder, Demons are exorcised from those possessed 
(could describe a junky in cold-turkey).

In other ethnic cultures, trance states, visionary states are achieved by 
Rhythms and Frequencies. In New Guinea large Sacred Flutes vibrate thee air 
against itself causing mental revelatory states and precognition. In Morocco, 
thee Joujouka players use high Frequency pipes and drums to reach ecstatic 
states and conjour up Pan and effect Magick. In thee Mayan civilisation, 
there were strange unexplained "oil-lamps" which for a long time were 
merely trinkets in Museums, misunderstood objects. Then one day a young 
archaeologist happened to idly blow through one, hit a pure, very high 
pulsating note that sent him on a "trip". Throughout thee world, in all 
cultures therefore, primitive and technological, man has instinctively known 
that Frequency and Pulse coumbined had amazing effects on mind and body. 
Until recently, there was no language to adequately describe this 
interrelationship, and even now, Research is only slowly collating precise 
data on which frequency/pulse does what. Everyone has observed Tribal 
warriors whipping themselves into a trance for war, to feel no pain (that is 
of course Endorphine) or for "Magick", to have visions, see Demons, etc. (that 
is its visionary, hallucinogenic capacity). Yet two and two were never fully 
put together. A Bill Haley concert would end in frenzied vandalism, Bill Haley 
thinking it was because his music was so fantastically good and exciting AS 
MUSIC. In fact it was a coumbination of mass hysteria, as in Tribal dancing, 
and an actual drug-induced, metabolic explosion, totally unconscious and 
uncontrolled, triggered by thee inherent rhythms and Frequencies of sound. 
Because he was unaware of thee triggers he was dabbling with, thee very 
results were unpredictable, coumfused and uncontrolled. Funny enough, 
those Right-Wing journalists who condemned this "jungle music" were far 
closer to thee truth than their tiny minds could ever have envisaged. So 
music does PHYSICALLY reconstruct, ENGINEER, thee brain, its hormones, 
thee body, its hormones; its entire metabolic regulator system is tuned.

There is a great deal of pressure upon thee inventors of thee Black Box to 
cease their research; or hand it over to thee Governments of USA and Britain. 
There is incredible pressure from thee huge drug corporations to prevent its 
widespread publicity and application too. Obviously they have a vested 
interest in making millions from drug-dependent human beings whilst 
simultaneously suppressing their visionary capabilities. Thee old story 
Burroughs got so right. This also explains thee kidnap of Rock music in thee 
Sixties by thee Governments and Media, aided by corporations and 
coumglomerates to defuse its radical abilities to restate thee tribal 
unification and ecstasy of primitive ritual music. Drugs suppress, commercial 
"easy listening" music suppresses, they quite literally addict and destroy 
thee potency of each metabolism they affect. It is a war, no two ways about 
it, and only now do we have thee information and technology needed to fight 
our own guerilla war back. One has to begin to construct one's music to 
short-circuit thee implants we've been conditioned into with commercial 
music. One has to avoid and reject thee drugs of control we've been 
conditioned to rely on in moments of defeat and self-hate. We need to 
discover and research, as scientifically as possible, methods to reach drug 
states that are useful without thee use of drugs. Sound, Frequency, 
Dreamachines are thee keys to that. Boy guerilla in a police station, 
questioned, under threat, no worries about blackmail through needing a fix, 
no cold turkey. He can use trained voice pitch to flip out his custodians, send 
them blind, make them vomit and walk out a free man stamping his feet in 
coded rhythm of control paranoia. Information suppressed by authorities 
and monopolised by big business is usually dangerous to their supremacy 
and useful to us, making them both impotent and redundant. When power is 
dispensable it is no longer power, it is pathetic posturing.

Burroughs and Gysin chanced upon cut-ups, they had thee vision to see thee 
IMPLICATIONS. And discovering thee code of true implications is thee mark 
of real genius, really radical thought. Gysin hallucinated constructively whilst 
travelling on a bus through France. Thee sunlight flickering through 
regularly spaced trees on his closed eyelids pulsing at slightly different 
phased intervals being thee key, coumbined with a particular frequency. He 
understood thee IMPLICATIONS, and with Ian Sommerville built thee 
DREAMACHINE, probably thee most important and thee most neglected anti-
control, anti-drug device ever invented by mankind. Permanent visions and 
perceptual revelations for an occasionally replenished light-bulb. With T.G. 
we openly declared our primary interest was METABOLIC music, and thee 
application of cut-up techniques with tape and sound to non-entertainment 
motivated music directed at deconditioning social restraints on thought and 
body. In PSYCHIC TV we intend to apply our research and new information 
to building an even more precise and useful Individual structure that 
consciously takes into account thee real effects of Frequency and Pulse 
butter propagandises them in a very deceptive and subliminal way. A 
distorted mirror reflecting muzak back on itself. An innocuous parody of 
style, tactic and structure that in fact contains, in code, thee seeds of its own 
destruction, and hopefully, thee structure that nurtures it. To appear 
deflowered yet to be totally potent.
REFERENCES 
Thee language used in mysticism, quite rightly has been debunked. It has 
becoum a crutch of not-understanding that allows dogma to flourish. Our 
enemy must always use dogma. To ask "WHY?", to "NEVER ACCEPT" are 
crucial. Thee most crucial and stimulating of human capacities. However, one 
can recognize an intuitive grasp of thee real function of sound when, for 
example, Paramhansa Yogananda says: "I understand the explosive vibratory 
power in human speech could be wisely directed to free one's life from 
difficulties and thus operate without scar or rebuke."

"Any word spoken with clear realization and deep concentration has a 
materialising value. Loud or silent repetition of words has been found 
effective in psychotherapy. The secret lies in the stepping-up of the mind's 
vibratory rate."

PTV suggested that musick is like teeth. You keep probing around until you 
find holes and then you fill them in until you have a coumplete set. 
Industrial Music was a term coined by Monte Cazazza for our early research. 
We openly declared we should eventually like to invent an anti-muzak that, 
instead of cushioning thee sounds of a factory environment, made use of 
those very sounds to create rhythmic patterns and structures that 
incorporated thee liberating effects of music by unexpected means. This 
approach is diametrically opposed to thee position of official MUZAK, as 
supplied by thee MUZAK CORPORATION of AMERICA. Their intention is to 
disguise stress, to control and direct human activity to generate maximum 
productivity and minimum discontent in order to give large corporations and 
industrial coumplexes thee highest possible profit with thee least 
responsibility. At this point E quote direct from a book published by thee 
MUZAK CORPORATION for its employees only and which E was able to read 
sections of by nefarious means:

Upon entering thee Headquarters of Muzak Corp., there is a marble tablet set 
into thee wall which reads 'MUZAK-A CONCEPT IN HUMAN ENGINEERING.' 
"One problem we face today is noise. We are going to have to protect people 
against noise pollution." Dr. Bill Wokoun-Director of Human Engineering. 
"Even banks have a noise problem, a sonic overload of chairs 
scraping/coughing/machines/high heels on vinyl/talking. It is becoming 
very evident that you have got to protect people who are working. They will 
have to wear ear-plugs or ear-muffs. But people don't LIKE to do this 
because it makes them feel violated. So we're experimenting with a way of 
making it more COMFORTABLE to wear headsets (be violated! - Ed.) by 
piping in muzak." Dr. B. Wokoun. Muzak is a PROGRAMMED ENVIRONMENT. 
The raw material of muzak is music. Muzak serves 43 of the top 50 largest 
Industrial companies. In ice-bound radar stations, muzak stimulates the men 
who man the DEW-Line, the Distant Early Warning Cordon, to warn of 
nuclear attack. Over 80 million people a day hear muzak. Muzak isn't music 
to LISTEN to, it is music to HEAR. Muzak is functional music. There are three 
main Muzak programmes, for Heavy Industry, Light Industry and the Basic, 
or Office programme. In each of these 15 minutes of music, or "sound-
inmotion" as we call it, is followed by 15 minutes of silence. "The ironical 
thing is, we have no trouble in TOTALITARIAN countries. Mood control and 
crowd control is part of the work of the HUMAN FACTORS DIVISION.

"The IRREDUCIBLE MINORITY are people who don't want or like muzak. A 
muzak transmission studio is a dream of 1984 automation." (From the Muzak 
Corp. Bulletin G.B.) "If muzak makes people happy and contented in their 
environment, like air-conditioning and a colour scheme, how can it NOT be 
good?"

"MUZAK - SPECIALISTS IN THE PHYSIOLOGICAL AND PSYCHOLOGICAL 
EFFECTS AND APPLICATIONS OF MUSIC."

Muzak is based on the theory of the ASCENDING CURVE.

The initial observation was that production is inclined to slump in mid-
morning and afternoon. Wyatt and Langon established 4 work-curves from 
utter fatigue to a subtler decline that occurs when the work is distasteful 
and the operative is severely bored. Dan O'Neill decided this monotony and 
its effects would be relieved by FUNCTIONAL MUSIC, i.e., boring work is 
made less boring by boring music (Muzak quote).

Some titles of Muzak Corp. Reports and Research documents:

Effects of Muzak on Industrial Efficiency.
Effects of Muzak on Office Personnel.
Application of Functional Music to Worker Efficiency.

The "Hawthorne Effect" is "A change in employee productivity caused by an 
awareness that reactions to environmental changes are being observed."

Research findings on the physiological and psychological effects of music and 
muzak:

It increases the metabolism. Speeds up breathing, typing, writing, driving. 
Increases (or sometimes decreases) muscular energy. Reduces suggestability, 
(not proven at all, recent use of coded messages in muzak to prevent theft in 
supermarkets suggest the opposite and that Muzak Corp are lying) delays 
fatigue, facilitates attention, and produces marked, if rather variable effects 
on blood pressure and pulse.

My note: People often put on records whilst trying to seduce someone for 
sex, this is an unconscious use of muzak effects and admission of thee 
physical controls of music. Addiction to playing music is a commonplace 
example of instintive use of functional music.

By 1956 Dan O'Neill finally achieved workable "Muzak Programming and 
Stimulus Charts". Patterns with upwards scoops of sonic stimulus which 
exactly compensate for those dark quarter-hours when employee's residual 
energy is lowest. Music should embody a constant progression of 
BRIGHTNESS. This is done by analysing the separate segments into:

Tempo, Rhythm, Instrumentation, and Tonal Mass.

The reason you always get 15 minutes of muzak followed by 15 minutes of 
silence is because the maximum you should play in any working area is 1/2 
the time the employee is there. That way the employee is unaware of being 
physically and mentally manipulated.

Two big variables in music are Melody and Rhythm. Muzak are now 
hypothesising from observations made of hospital patients that htese may be 
related to the electrical activity of the nervous system. So that rhythmic 
music may stimulate the sympathetic system and melodic music may 
stimulate the para-sympathetic system e.g., Cardiac cases seem to respond 
better to melodic music. Peptic ulcer patients seem to respond better to 
rhythmic music. Muzak Corp. are researching this theory to achieve:

"A total programme. We are not so much interested in what music we use as 
with the sequence that will achieve results."

MUZAK IS HEARD RATHER THAN LISTENED TO.

Although you are not necessarily conscious of it, it will still AFFECT you. This 
process is called COMPLETE EAR APPEAL.

In the event of failure of our Basic Programme we do not panic. Muzak has 
an automatic sensing unit which will trigger a standby M4R Machine into 
operation after 4 minutes of Basic Programme failure (i.e. no audio). The 
sensing unit will automatically turn on the button number 3 M4R Machine 
which is taped in a pre-set condition. In the advent of nuclear war, Muzak 
have our own power generators to ensure no failure of the Basic Programme 
to those facilities still functioning and able to recieve our transmissions.

"We were in a slaughterhouse recently. Apparently they were having 
problems. The animals' blood would clot. They say the blood flows freely 
now. The muzak relaxes them as they die."

Muzak is not on pre-packaged cassettes and tapes. The only records of 
muzak are NOT on sale to the public, they are for internal research only. 
Muzak is transmitted by telephone cable and radio. In that way a monopoly 
can be ensured and complete adherence to the selected programme 
maintained.

Bear in mind therefore that the innocuous music heard in many elevators, 
and supermarkets, offices and fast food chains is not true MUZAK. It is but a 
pale, unscientific reflection of thee potent human engineering material.

There is no doubt that thee body metabolism functions primarily via a 
combination of electrical frequency, pulse rates, biochemical hormones and 
rhythms. Thee brain, a vaguely understood mystery, is dependant on input. 
There is no doubt that thee conglomerate forces that seek to maintain control 
over us all FOR ITS OWN SAKE, and to preserve their own vacuous position, 
are far more aware of these aspects than they admit. There is no doubt that 
muzak, drugs, suppressants of metabolic stimulation are used as weapons to 
ensure stability of an oppressive status quo. Each breakthrough is kidnapped 
from thee youth/radical culture and is emasculated, mutated and rendered 
impotent. Only then is it returned to us packaged and harmless to them, as 
commercial music, token rebellion and obvious yet useless anti-social 
behaviour that not only ensures thee continued existence of their 
omnipotence butter also generates increased incoum for their coumfort, 
security and future research into control.

Music now must be aware of thee subtleties of its effects, its structure must 
take into account thee metabolic and neurological effects and power of music 
and harness them for its own, deconditioning, anarchic ends.

Thee empty carrot of success and respect must be seen for thee transparent 
confidence trick that it is, drugs of addiction must be bypassed, thee REAL 
WAR must begin. Thee decoding is possible, our own code becoums more 
sophisticated and effective.

Everything E say is discussion, nothing is ever finished.


BEHAVIOURAL CUT-UPS AND MAGICK

I. THEE KEY

My primary concerns in space and time: That situation which society informs 
us is named "being alive", or on more intellectual days, "reality"; are Control, 
Human Behaviour, and an inkling that underlying everything is a web of 
parallel causes and parallel effects upon which we can exert more 
manipulative pressure than we are led to believe by the aforementioned 
Society. Whilst is is true that we did not ask to be here, it is also true that we 
did not ask to not be here either. Birth and Death at this stage of evolution 
appear to our everyday senses to be thee only certain points in this 
maelstrom of "being alive". Thee word being is such a nice word, to be, to be 
in, being, a state of mind and/or body, it is a rather coumforting and 
seductive word. Yet like all words it has reverberations. Languages 
interfacing, wars and migrations cross fertilising, needs to do more that 
grunt, urges to express more than biological functins and pre-requisites. 
History, that which travels thee macrocosm of space and time, lives inside 
words like an ectoplasmic hermit crab in a stolen shell. Words in turn live 
inside us too, like more hermit crabs, protecting themselves from discovery 
of their secret, and words live outside us freeranging in our culture like 
viruses waiting for an appropriate host. This function has be deeply 
investigated by W.S. Burroughs in literature, and to a lesser extent through 
tape and film, and collage works earlier in his career. However, looking back 
with an overview in 1987, this first layer and its direct symbiotic 
relationship with all interpretations of control and all thee interactions and 
permutations it exposes satisfied him and occupied him enough. Brion Gysin, 
"Thee Master", who largely introduced W.S.B. to this whole scenario, saw 
further, saw thee other layers, was not satisfied. He studied languages, 
western and eastern Etymology, had devastating knowledge of European 
migrations and interactions going back as far as records allowed. He was 
aware of thee process touched upon earlier. He observed first hand for 23 
years thee threads of pulse and frequency generated through Moroccan 
music. Where thee master musician has certain phrases and sequences of 
sound that are thee equivalent of a spoken language and guide and instruct 
thee players as thee music is performed. Music that therefore literally 
"speaks" of primal roots and impulses of behaviour. That triggers endorphine 
assisted alpha-wave neurological states that inspire and reveal thee fluidity 
of occult physics. That all is light, which is nothing more than an idea, and 
that light is, within that, infinite particles exploding and racing in every 
direction simultaneously. A quaquaversatility. And that is thee nearest to a 
key we might get. And from this Brion gave us paintings and drawings which 
began with thee desert, with desert light. And then seemed at first glance to 
becoum more abstract, myriad scratchings and markings swirling until he 
showed you they were thee desert still, thee light itself, thee very particles 
of sight. And they were thee desert dwellers, thee keepers of thee music, 
thee speakers of frequency. Thee expressors of magick lore. Thee inhabitants 
of Pan, drowning in unspoken rituals.

II. THEE DOOR

In relation to this event and its primary concerns, "Thee Door" is thee cut-up. 
There is now a clear representation of thee system that concerns us. 
Contrary to thee image we are presented with by those Feudal Overlords 
that administer Control, our society is not yet part of thee 20th century in 
terms of its comman structure and behavioural inhibitors. Thee great 
majority of people are to all intents and puposes "serfs" and they exist on 
thee minimum level of potentiality expansion at which they can function to 
perpetuate thee status quo. No one conglomerate of businessmen, or 
politicians, or masonic manipulators control Control. They do however 
administer its needs. It's an obvious truism that most injustices in our 
Society are protections of thee vested interests of a minority over thee 
majority. For hundreds of years thee majority of thee population have been 
bullied, conditioned, trained, suppressed and censored into subservience. 
Into an unconscious yet massibely potent acceptance of thee impossibility of 
an evolutionary change in human behaviour patterns, in thee impossibility 
of aspiring to thee maximum growth and repossession of their own innate 
potential. Control is thee web that traps us and injures our intuitive belief in 
our selves. Thee word, literature, parallel this process. With a cut-up you can 
break down thee expected, inherited values and assumptions and retrain 
yourself to look at revealing possibilities. Describing "reality" more 
accurately than any linear system. Our languages are linear. Life is not. At 
any given moment we are recieving input to thee exteroceptors both in 
obvious ways and less obvious ways. (i.e. Sound enters our body through all 
its surfaces, via vibration and frequency, not just via thee ears). These inputs 
contribute to motivation in thee cerebral cortex. Simultaneously to this 
process memories are being compared to thee new information and thee 
cerebral cortex then modifies it and adds it to a command for thee sub-
cortical regions. In those sub-cortical regions effectors carry out the 
command response to thee stimuli. While these neurological functions are 
taking place, thee body coumtinues its metabolic functions and actions semi-
automatically. Random events outside thee Individual's body are also being 
registered and/or affecting thee Individual. Emotions are triggering and 
interplaying in thee subconscious. Thee entire nature and state of that 
Individual is in a state of flux. There is no fixed point, no definition, no finite 
answer of specific formula. Thee closest to a possibility of describing thee 
reality of things as opposed to the inherited linear materialistic model of 
thee state of being alive has to be a kaleidoscopic, integrated, non-linear 
method. It has to contain, at least implicitly, every possibility, every 
impossibility, every conscious and unconscious thought, word and deed, 
simultaneously. Thee Cut-up is a practical way-in to this. Life is quite simply 
a stream of cut-ups on every level. Given thee discovery of a means to 
describe and reveal reality, we can also identify Control. Control denies 
intuition and instinct particularly, and dreams of all forms, randomness, 
thought. All these and other behavioural and psychological perceptions 
generate impulses in Individuals to say "Why?", "No" and refuse acceptance. 
To believe more is possible than they have been (literally) LED to believe. 
That they need accept nothing until they have analysed and evaluated its 
value and applicableness to them. 

III. THEE ROOM 

A room means to have space to grow and develop. It is also a physical place, 
and like all words it is a metaphor too. Thee room is where you are, and 
where you want to be. To go into thee room is to choose to reclaim yourself. 
Until people learn to respect themselves again, to care for themselves, to 
treasure emotions and feelings. To have self-esteem and accept no one else's 
suggestion of what it is possible for them to be, what skills they might have 
and how far those skills can be pushed, to always make up your own mind 
about what is right for you, what has value to you in every aspect of Life. To 
re-learn as a new second-nature to make up your own mind and not be 
directed, intimidated or accepting of any established system of values and 
behaviour. Until all these processes are returned to an Individual's own 
control and constantly reanalysed to check against laziness and habit for its 
own sake there can be no possibility of evolution and expansion for thee 
Individual and, through them, society. What is needed therefore, is a 
practical, functional method that effectively deconditions, disinhibits, short-
circuits a society's behavioral taboos and control. A physical back-up to thee 
process of always asking why. Accepting nothing as true. It was this quest 
for a method that led me first towards performance art, within which 
context E attempted to set myself tasks that forced me to locate barriers and 
inhibitions related to pain and sexual thresholds, for example. Once 
identified and measured, E was able to think about whether they were 
actually useful to me, or were merely inherited. This regimen in turn 
introduced me to new mental states akin to trance and yoga, and unexpected 
blocks or embarassments that were illogical to me. Ritualisation fused with 
impulse and instinct integrated with intuition, an open-minded examination 
of my most deeply buried and normally inarticulated drives and desires and 
an approach devoid of preconceptions that re-educated my idea of what E 
was as an Individual, what my real boundaries were, and what it was 
possible for me to become. What E had been bombarded with as my self-
image by Education, Religion, Society, thee Family and thee Media in their 
various colluding forms, subtle and blatant, bore no relation to what E 
experienced and perceived. There are always levels beneath thee level of 
what we identify as a problem. Suddenly E realised that ritual, and various, 
previously named, "occult" practices were in fact methods of short-circuiting 
Control of thee Individual, destroying their coumpliance with what they are 
trained to expect, want, or aspire to. They were a parallel method in thee 
medium of Behaviour and self-reclamation to thee Cut-up in Writing, Film 
and Video and Music. So cultural methods of de-control COULD just as 
effectively be applied to ourselves. To more accurately describe both how we 
are at one point in Time, and how we can re-define ourselves from that point 
on. To be aware of all thee simultaneous factors that must be clearly and 
honestly allowed free-play for us to work in a focussed accurate manner 
towards a fully integrated character. That recognises and embraces every 
aspect of its complex self, free of any self-delusion. That finds its own rations 
with a complete re-integration of thee conscious and subconscious mind of 
sexuality, emotion, intelligence, knowledge, relationships, dreams and so on. 
Not just a developing of so-called logical perceptions, butter a genuinely 
realistic blending of thee illogical also. And recognises that nothing is fixed, 
that these ratios are forever changing and should be seen as directions.

IV. THEE PERSON

Thee person therefore could fight back. And a long-standing tradition of 
Magick appeared thee most relevant area and structure within which to 
research and express thee possibilities open to Individual and Collective re-
definition and evolution. As Burroughs said about Cut-ups, "How Random Is 
Random?". Thee picture we get from cut-ups is more accurate than any 
traditional description. What has always been presented as thee Irrational 
becoums far more accurate and plausible than thee Rational explanation we 
are endlessly urged and bullied to accept. Thee psychology of thee 
unconscious explores thee background of thee so-called rational mind both 
by disciplined investigation and hysterical dissociation of thought habits. 
There is a strong implication that thee essence of Magick is psycho-
integrative. It re-invests thee Individual with an awareness of psycho-
genetic history, lets them face and re-evaluate their own responses and 
perception of themselves. It allows them to be awake and fight subservience 
and adherence to any and all preconceptions. Thee myths and symbols of 
thee past were attempts to articulate intimations of what is possible. Thee 
themes of mythology are not just archaic knowledge- they are living 
actualities of human beings. They exist as signposts and facets of interlaced 
themes that together make up human behaviousr, character, aspiration and 
potential. To touch ourselves and respect ourselves against all thee odds is 
crucial to survival and to appreciation and effective use of thee state of 
being alive. Thee need is to find a way into thee deepest areas of thee 
psyche and how it affects and triggers behaviour and response. To redevelop 
an integrated relationship with our so-called primitive perceptions from 
which we have been alienated by Society. Western Society has built a norm 
where unthinkingly thee majority of people deny, ridicule, attack, abuse, 
trivialise, experience fear of, suppress or consign to novelty any experiences 
that provide evidence or intimations of their inherited system of 
explanations being inadequate. Fact, whatever that is, is given credence over 
dreams; acceptance by a group is paramount, deviation and rebellion 
generate fear. Those with thee courage to openly declare independence and 
hope are isolated and scorned. Fame is constantly projected as thee primary 
motivation for ambition. Every level of our Society is riddled with thee 
concept of competition, beating thee other person or side, this is reinforced 
by Capitalism, by Sport, Success in Entertainment and all fields, by Religion 
and by Politics. Compete, compete. Competition is a variant of aggression. By 
using ritual, gradually getting a clearer map of every inter-connection of 
one's conscious and unconscious mind and couming to terms with thee 
revelation that flux and constant change with no anchors or reassuring 
formulae and no guaranteed rewards or salvation one can liberate oneself 
from all thee inherited constraints that nine times out of ten directly or 
indirectly bolster thee status quo. It literally allows us to face ourselves and 
face facts. It supplies recognition that within each Individual there are many 
types and shades of consciousness with diverse intentions and values. By 
investigating our blocks, inhibitions, real desires and motivations in 
preconceived moments of Time set aside to explore thresholds of perception 
and response to check exactly what one's limits are and decide if they are 
one's REAL limits, or merely convenient or coumplacent, we can re-assemble 
and discard as we wish.

V. THEE IDEA

To heal and re-integrate thee human character. To set off psychic 
detonations that negate control. To re-evaluate and value phenomena that 
appear to defy reason. To retrieve choice in all things. To avoid separation 
and coumpartmentalism in every aspect and level of Life, internal and 
external. To always attempt to express as truly as you can what you really 
feel and think. To locate and identify one's skills and develop them. To be 
aware of human frailties and futility whilst caring intensely. To push to thee 
edge and struggle to always feel and express more. To despise all forms of 
coumplacency. To carry through one's ideas 24 hours a day for a lifetime. To 
accept nothing. To assume nothing. To encourage others to repossess 
themselves and maximise their potential. To exchange and liberate 
information. To understand and treasure thee preciousness of feelings, 
emotions and sentiment. To rebuild thee parameters and possibilities of 
relationships. To locate and choose without guilt or fear one's individual and 
natural balance of sexuality. To change and not see change as contradiction 
or inconsistency, butter actually how things are and should be. To see Time 
as an unfixed and irreplaceable resource that one receives only a limited and 
unpredictable amount of. That that Time must never be wasted or 
squandered. To try to work towards knowing that you used every second 
constructively. To seek self-improvement not self-gratification.

Control. Control needs Time (like a junkie needs junk). Time appears linear. 
Cut-ups make time arbitrary, non-linear. They reveal, locate and negate 
Control. Control hides in social structures like Politics, Religion, Education, 
Mass Media. Control exists like a virus for its own sake. Cut-ups loosen 
rational order, break preconceptions and expected response. They retrain 
our perception and acceptance of what we are told is thee nature of reality. 
They confound and short-circuit Control. All Control ultimately relies upon 
manipulation of behaviour. In culture thee Cut-up is still a modification of, or 
alternate, language. It can reveal, describe and measure Control. It can do 
damage butter that is not enough. Magick as a method is a Cut-up Process 
that goes further than description. It is infused with emotion, intuition, 
instinct and impulse, and includes emotions and feelings. It operates actually 
within thee same medium, "Behavior", as Control. It is therefore essential as 
a system to challenge, emasculate and render impotent thee source of 
Control itself.

Control Disintegrates. Magick integrates.

Thee idea is to apply thee cut-up principle of behavior.

Thee method is a contemporary, non-mystical interpretation of "Magick".

Thee aim is reclamation of self-determination, conscious and unconscious, to 
the Individual.

Thee result is to neutralise and challenge thee essence of social control. 

Genesis P-Orridge London 1987


STATIONS OV THEE CROSS

PTV are attempting to knit together thee fine lines ov shamanic initiation 
and voodoo invokation allegorically coded into western X-tian myth. TV 
itself becoums thee ceremony, thee language ov thee tribe. It becoums 
apparent that, cloaked in spurious messianic trivia, are ancient tantric rituals 
involving small death, limbo and resurrection that have now been literalised 
and usurped by a base language system named religion. Just as religion 
cloaks ancient knowledge and techniques, so Television cloaks its power to 
invoke thee lowest coumon denominator ov revelation. We see S&M sex as 
an imperfect butter inevitable outlet for instinctive drives for rites ov 
passage and initiation. We believe sexuality was always included in ancient 
mysteries and that Television is in itself a new secret language, thee 
language rooted in lighting, camera perfection, edits, so it remains hidden 
and emasculating. We intend to reinstate thee ability ov TV to empower and 
entrance thee viewer. To remove thee window and passibity, and re-enter 
thee world ov dreams beyond. We believe TV is a Modern alchemical 
weapon that can have a positive and cumulative effect upon Intuition.

An image is NOT a product ov Nature, it is a word in a silent and invisible 
Language system. A projected word that has meaning. This projected image 
is a set ov scans (visible marks) with a particular shape that beoums 
meaningful only if they follow thee rules which apply to thee language. 
Normally these scans/marks have meaning only in thee accepted, socially 
agreed order, not in other permutations ov that order. If we change 
Individual image scans we get new meanings new reverberations ov this TV 
language system. Minute changes in thee ratio ov Sound/Image creates 
radical differences in perspective and emotional response. Thee focus ov 
retinal attention is crucial, hence our use ov neurophysiological theory in 
thee placing ov monitors etc... A single Image Scan becoums meaningful by 
following thee rules ov thee TV language system, and programmes take their 
meaning from their place within that system. Once we have learned and 
"normalised" a language, we tend to forget this, to suppose that meaning 
derives from its reference to THINGS in a Real World. Not so. TV images are 
not, in this sense, necessarily pictures ov reality, not doorways either. They 
are usually used as windows. PTV try to invest them with thee older 
tradition ov Thresholds.

A PTV Image Scan does not signify a general, accepted and fixed idea. It is 
allegorical, metaphorical, symbolical, and trivial simultaneously. Thee 
reverberation ov possibility is our goal. We feel that thee connection 
between image, form and object is arbitrary. PTV are not interested in 
formulating conventional programming, we are closer to sorcerers 
transmitting and receiving pagan invokations in order to SEE.

Thee process is thee product.

What a camera may record no longer represents reality, it is not objective. So 
thee Image Scan (Word) is essentially different from thee viewed thing 
itself. If you look at images long enough, they cease to exist as a visual 
message. They becoum electronic images in their own right and a new 
evaluation, rooted in thee unconscious develops. It is an old trance technique 
in almost all so-called "primitive" cultures. Thee intuition becoums master in 
a world ov no specific meaning. Thee place where all dreams meet. Thee 
rules ov coumbination are deliberately coumfounded in a linguistic, 
behavioural and linguistic permutation. By playing around with thee 
Language System rules or by deliberately contravening them, we thus 
generate a surplus ov meanings. All meanings are possible, butter their 
relationship with thee original, real situation becoums problematic.

We encourage thee viewer to search for shape in multi-linear layers ov 
response. When PTV use Image Scans, they mean what we, thee artists, 
meant as well. Thee one does not negate thee other, rather, this multiplicity 
IS thee invoking medium itself, rather than preconcieved notions ov a TV 
product. TV language becoums a public affair that nobody really controls. Yet 
our exposure to this language means we inhabit thee language as we would 
inhabit a place. We get trapped inside and in terms ov language.

The history ov an Image Scan can have a profound effect on it.

Not only do we inhabit TV Language, we also inherit it, and part ov our 
inheritance is thee dense and coumplex history ov assumptions, implications, 
prejudices and corruptions that derive form thee way TV has been used in 
thee past. This again mirrors to us thee oppressive nature ov all religion, and 
X-tianity in particular.

Thee parallel to established, acceptable religions, to S&M sexuality, to tribal 
rites ov passage, is clear and potent. If we remove thee tableau to reveal 
thee central keyu, thee storyboard becoums a Still Life, yet also a Real Life. 
A decoded allegory, a description by default ov thee actuality ov reinforcers 
in religion would have us surrender to.

Thee crystal itself, not thee refracted light.

Genesis/Paula P-Orridge Seattle April 1 1988


NOTHING SHORT OV A TOTAL WAR (STANZA L).

...real total war has becoum information war, it is being fought now...

DISTRIBUTING INFORMATION

That's thee key to change, thee key to knowledge and thee key to 
development on all levels really. It's a mistake to believe in ANY dogmatic 
politics. Politics is just a facade. It happens to suit thee vested interests of a 
lot of different groups in society to encourage a belief that politics rules 
countries and decides their destinies when, in fact, it doesn't at all. Certainly 
not in thee way people are led to believe. Politics is just a convenient 
charade to allow people to feel secure. It makes them believe society is in 
their own control. They vote for their leaders, therefore they MUST choose 
them. Politics IS just a convenient charade to make people feel secure. To 
feel that it's all run consciously, democratically, that they understand what is
happening. That there are different polititians, who have different dogmas 
and they argue over these in public and then thee public choose who seems 
most sensible and capable to take office at any given time. Don't believe that 
at all.

E believe that there has been an endless process since very early tribal 
times, through settlements and towns and industrialization to contemporary 
times. This E call thee "control process" and it exists independently of any 
individuals. This "control process" can be operated by almost any vested 
interest group at any given time in history. This process does not take sides, 
has no morality, no obligations, no character, no sense of urgency. Thee 
"control process" is always present. "Control needs time like a junkie needs 
junk" (W.S.B.) E disagree on that control transcends time and space. Control
eats people, eats history, eats ideals, eats hope. It goes on right throughout 
time, whatever disguise it might have. E am very antagonistic to thee whole 
concept/situation of ultimately being controlled by a process which nobody 
wants, (given a degree of individual sanity). E don't like that idea at all. If we 
have any enemy at all, then thee "Control Process" is that enemy. It is vital 
to short-circuit that "control process". It is a very invisible, subtle process. In 
a sense it has becoum a part of each human being's metabolism. Thee only 
real way this control process can be broken is simply through people 
beginning to mature.

As the level of maturity of individuals increases, so does their ability to 
think for themselves, to accept responsibilities, to make decisions. In a sense, 
to develop an atmosphere of reasonableness and logic. Most people don't 
want to develop this for quite fair reasons: they don't want to get involved. 
It's a hell of a big battle and you can't even be sure who is in charge. For all 
they know, they might be doing exactly what they are already programmed 
to do, in fact, because any "control process" needs antagonism, it needs 
people fighting against it. Its biggest strength is it controls information. 
Basically thee power in this world rests with thee people who have access to 
thee most information and also control that information. Most of thee 
paranoia concerned with politics is about what is REALLY going on, what is 
secret, what we are not being told about. Diplomacy is about that really.

So, the enemy is thee "control process" and thee power of thee "control
process" isn't actually armies and police, it isn't power through force. That is 
a secondary tactic, butter not thee crucial thing, thee real power is who's got 
thee information. Thee weakness of whoever controls that information bank 
at any given time is that, to store and use that information, systems have to 
be developed for storing it and reproducing it. Those systems are very 
expensive and cumbersome, requiring capital & equipment which can't be 
utilized thee whole time. So, to cover costs and keep equipment running, 
these systems have to be made available to thee rest of us to keep them 
financially viable. That's why you get access to cable TV, to computer time, 
to xerox, instant printing and cassette recorders, even thee mail, polaroids 
too, and video. These are all spin-offs from business, conglomerates and
people at thee top who deal directly in control. They develop these systems 
for their own reasons, butter they are so expensive they have to mass 
produce them to finance them. So we all get easier and easier ways to 
mulitply our ideas and information, it's a parallel progression.

Also, another of their weaknesses, those who control control, is that they 
have a very one-directional view whereas we, thee outsiders, thee genetic 
terrorists, or control agents, as we in T.G. call them (meaning NOT that we're 
into control butter dealing with it), we have thee mutant ability to make 
conceptual leaps.

Which is really what is said about creative people, or artists, or talented 
criminals, that they can perceive things in a wide spectrum, from outside 
they can analyse structures, play games with that knowledge and 
manipulate it, throw it back. In inspired moments chuck spanners into 
various works. So we get tools to increase thee efficiency of our mischief as a 
spin-off from thee controllers. In return they get something from us. We are 
always developing ideas which are non-linear and therefore outside their 
scope butter which they can adopt and adapt. In a crisis, it is often and 
outsider who sees a solution, invents a new gadget, effects a coumpromise. 
So it's a two-way thing. Each side giving things to thee other as a direct 
result of their intrinsic conflict. Ultimate irony and also organically cyclical 
and sensible. Parasite feeding off host, host kept alive by immunity afforded 
it by parasite. Thee "control process" develops machinery, equipment and 
techniques which we can play with for our own ends. Butter by us playing 
with them, inevitably, there is a spin-off philosophical and creative 
progression, an analysis of experience which can the be taken back by thee 
"control process" for its own ends. We need this system as a target, a 
stimulus outside ourselves to fight against, and thee system needs a 
rebellious questioning minority to develop new possiblilities from a 
flexibility of view it can never posses by its very rigid nature.

It seems likely however, that very very slowly this minority is growing. 
More people are breaking taboos, they have realised, through people telling 
them, in leaflets, on TV, etc., in other words, through information being made 
available, they have certain rights. That they can question things, they can 
organise, they can set up their own structures. that is not to say necessarily 
that all those things are per se right, butter it does seem symptomatic of a 
larger breakdown of this "control process" than many people might suspect. 
And it probably explains thee swing towards repressive ideas in politics to 
cover a growing fear of usurpation by those presently in charge of thee 
process and its information bank.


NOTES FROM A MAGICKAL DIARY 1967-87

The indifference ov satiation, thee knowledge ov indifference. Wise 
indifference. Anxiety is a coummon term, one of thee mainstays of 
psychiatry. It is defined as an emotion. It is not. It is a coumpound ov two 
elements: awareness of ambiguity and a depressive reaction to this 
awareness. 

E am interested in thee extension and investigation ov culture, ov 
mythologies, personal symbol systems, thus E chose to always work with a 
group ov Individuals. Our works are poor traits that interconnect. Whatever 
E do, am involved in, help thee expression ov, is, in a real way, a poor trait 
ov myself, and a poor trait ov each Individual member ov thee group ov 
Individuals who collaborated with me on that particular work/action also. 
Yet there is a mystery involved. They exist, these poor traits, because E exist, 
they are collated and organised by me, and yet E do not create every part ov 
them directly, they are the sum total ov all who participate. There is a chain 
ov creation, rather than a chain ov coumand. It is this process and 
parallelism that fascinates me, thee abrogation, or fragmentation ov specific 
responsibility, and it seems in coum way linked with Charles Manson than I 
often care, or dare, to admit in public. Perhaps it is merely a long-
engrammed trick to side-step total responsibility, in order to avoid a clear 
case ov knowing it was me, or my act alone, that had failed. Certainly E 
despise myself at many times for failing to achieve more. Yet, mystery again, 
E desire achievement in order to share, to share coumpletely, and 
demonstrate CARING, and thee ultimate achievement E seek is total 
liberation ov thee human spirit and ALL its expressions, and total 
destruction ov control and hypocrisy and all thee sick manifestations ov 
inherited social values. E must fail by definition, and succeed by intention. E 
guess we can only fail by failing to achieve thee goal we set ourselves, those 
secrets that so few know. Who are we challenging in our imagination, who do 
we wish to outdo?

Times change, people change with them and adopt thee processes, ideologies 
and styles ov their time. Those people are RE-PERSONALISING their 
expression ov themselves, their "art".

E do not believe that ANY art has intrinsic value. It is a result, it is not a 
thing itself. It is expression and description, not experience, it is residue, it is 
means. Magick is thee only medium that can be both. It was through thee 
process ov art that E located Magick. Art became a diluted sham, too fixed in 
thee superficial, coumsumerist ethics ov its era. E have consciously and 
subconsciously substituted thee word Magick where E once placed thee word 
Art, now E feel coumfortable, before E was always uncoumfortable, 
suspicious, embarassed by the vacuous label my actions were presented 
under.

It seems to me Magick is about movement and change, about Time passing. 
Thee Medium ov Magick is Time itself, and thee Belief ov Magick is Action.

We risk our emotions to place our vision ov how thee world and life are into 
a public arena. Our vision coums from observation ov our own experiences 
and RE-COGNITION. We hope to discover that perhaps we are not alone, that 
other people have felt or seen thee same. Magick is about thee process ov 
telling thee truth, thee whole truth, and about not having any secrets. 
Paradox- where does practical discretion becoum elitist secret? E think when 
it is USED to project or hold power, or to attract, in itself, or to imply 
authority for egotistical reasons. Therefore a contemporary and relevant 
Magickal network must be about ACCESS, sharing ov techniques and 
information, it must attack thee hoarding ov knowledge and give any useful 
ideas and structures availability to all who ask. There are no secret teachers, 
no "more responsible" or "entrusted" masters. Magick HAS to be for 
everyone.

Thee Temple ov Psychic Youth is a family ov experiences. It is an eternal 
search and struggle through false rules that we and others have set for 
ourselves. To find peace ov mind does not mean a religious following and 
isolation. This is a misleading view from thee society we now live within. It 
is wrong to seek oneself in isolation when our world is proportionately city-
built, each coumglomerate full ov scared, lonely, rejected people. One must 
live within thee environment ov thee Times and make THAT environment as 
free as possible to as many people as possible.

This is thee trick, thee aim, thee revolver ov hope. To give people what they 
already have, butter that has been buried by yera's ov varying human ideals 
and standards.

All we ask is that people once more work with themselves, their feelings, 
FEELINGS, and in doing so, becoum aware ov others and their feelings. We 
are eaten like offal by rats, treated as stinking, redundant garbage, discarded 
as outdated fuel resources as the ratios ov control adjust.

It is simple, yet difficult, in "reality", to touch oneself once more. Thee 
simplest things are thee most difficult. Re-integration ov every aspect ov 
one's conscious and subconscious mind, all feelings, aspirations, sexualities, 
fears, insecurities, dreams, skills, strengths and emotional capabilities must 
be located, focussed, examined, absorbed, and balanced. Our society, and now 
by succumbing to coumpetition and to tribal rivalry onece more, our own 
culture, have deliberately splintered and fragmented our personalities. We 
are linear, fear ridicule, follow style and muscle ov every type, we forget we 
do not wish to PARTICIPATE as frozen personalities.

We have TRACKING problems, we need to link directly and make 
adjustments. We do not confront each other and ourselves enough. We are 
not honest enough. From thee older generation there is buried guilt that they 
failed to develop their dream, were side-tracked into habits, into superiority, 
into stability. These expresses via drugs, via jobs, via New Age Babble. In 
thee younger generation there is fear ov failure, fear ov ridicule by thee next 
generation that coums out as cynical nihilism, like thee anarcho-hippies that 
drench themselves in death and Anger, righteous justified and challenging 
anger, yet still it ends camouflaging guilt at impotence and a feeling that 
they too are succumbing to their own systems ov habits and peer group 
values, opinions and status. Guilt in LOVE, Guilt in ANGER. Yet all fueled by 
sincere motivation.

It is always so easy to feel radical and be merely deluded. Whatever you do 
has to make sense to EVERYONE on EVERY STREET, or it means jack shit. It 
has to do with thee realities of life around you. You can't rebuild your house, 
butter you can redecorate your bedroom. You can be an example. You can 
win a battle everyday. Thee LOVE, and the ANGRY brigade today at their 
best both do just that. Butter too many swap action for habit. To wear black, 
take smack and say you don't care does not PROVE you are radical, or aware. 
To take acid, and be placid does not make you cosmic or there.

Each morning you awake, you experience morning sickness, MOURNING 
sickness. Mourning thee death ov your belief in human nature, in evolution, 
in love, in thee fuel ov action from anger. Love can be strong and ruthless, it 
can generate strong action, obsessive behaviour against all odds, it can see 
thee stupidity ov thee human race, yet embrace and encourage human 
beings. Anger can be coumstructive, fueling positive, non-damaging, truly 
control-confronting behaviour and celebration, and reinvest humans with 
being.

Never do anything that is not instinctive. Never do anything forced upon 
you. Never do anything for ulterior motives. BE ACTIVE, use ANGRY LOVE. 
COLLABORATE. 

Each action is a true action, pure and simple, there for every other person to 
take and interpret as they wish. It is that interpretation that is thee 
beginning ov their struggle.

It must be voluntary to exist at all. Caring is not weakness.

TURN ON (control) TUNE IN (to your Self) DROP OUT (ov control).

There has to be a CLEAR message. It has to be possible for anyone to identify 
with it. It has to INSPIRE and EXCITE. It has to generate ACTION. It must 
AIM HIGH. It must spread by, and operate via EXPANSION not subtraction. It 
must INCLUDE not EXCLUDE. It must be capable ov instant and constant 
change. It should have no limits on thee enemies it can tackle, or thee area 
ov coumcern it will invade. It must therefore be rooted in people, what they 
believe they are capable ov, what they believe is possible, their behavior 
and their imagination. Real and full integration ov EVERY aspect ov being a 
Human Being without recourse to mysticism, afterlife, outside entities or any 
personalisation ov phenomena and interpretation ov phenomena. 
Responsibility for EVERYTHING must be accepted by us, by all people(s) 
without fear, without excuse. Thee surrender ov responsibility (for One Self) 
has always been a key problem.

What we don't understand is simply what we don't understand.

What am E thinking about? Where am E really placed?
Thinking, why am E thinking? Looking, why am E looking?

An industrial problem for Magick: SAMENESS. Thee onward progression 
toward uniformity, thee suppression ov Individuality, thee pressure ov 
fashion, ov peer group, thee need to belong, to avoid loneliness. Incubated 
inside mass media, mass production, mass consumption and mass culture.

Thee Cloning ov Radicalism. Psychedelic Grey.

WOLF=FLOW

Another problem: MYSTIFICATION and EXCLUSIVITY. In keeping a 
monotonous culture and society under a Control process, one creates a facade 
ov experts guarding knowledge/information and its dissemination. People at 
large feel excluded. magick often falls prey to this fault too. People feel 
excluded, that it is not for them, that only intellectuals, or well-read literates 
with leisure time have thee time, right or correct credentials to be part ov it. 
Often they have been deliberately made to feel excluded and feel inferior, 
unable to participate CORRECTLY, lacking in training or etiquette necessary 
for true understanding. Well, bullshit! Correctness, good manners, etiquette, 
spurious training are all traits ov an historic and effete aristocracy that 
deserves only scorn. De-mystification is our duty, work and action our only 
obligation.

We are supposed to be coumunicating. What we do, what we express are 
simply that, they are produced for result, not praise, to touch not impress. 
They should aim to be how people are, how they respond to where they live, 
when they live, how they live, and their aspirations in all these respects. 
Minus thee demands ov World, Market, Career it becoums - Magick.

Magick requires hesitancy and uncertainty in its special relationship with 
reality and person

Magick is a search for definitions. A series ov statements, observations and 
actions blended through intuitive ritual (real or imagined) to fix in more 
concrete terms thee eternal, non-extant paradox ov Time.

"We all die". "Well spoken," said thee sage to thee wall, painting it white.

1967 spoke ov LOVE and it inspired, energised, felt fresh and relevant. And 
it included anger at injustice, Vietnam, sexism, hypocrisy. 1987 speaks ov 
ANGER and that too can be inspired, energised, feel fresh and relevant. It can 
include love, ov humanity, stupid though it is, and ov sexuality and ov life 
and colour. We suggest in our idealism through sin-icism. September marks 
thee WINTER OV ANGRY LOVE. Thee perception and anger at all thee Wrongs 
and thee awareness and refusal to stoop to society's level ov destruction.


Dreaming ov thee romance of loneliness and thee adventure of sex. Will it 
ever be resolved? Our culture guarantees disappointment. It thrives on 
disatisfaction. A phallus on a string drawing us onwards. Completion is like a 
needle of junk. It thrills and dies. Pagan blood. Our concern as self-professed 
and reconstructed heathens, Godless and proud, is to becoum INTEGRATED on 
every level ov consciousness and ov character. No emotion spared. No end in 
sight. We believe at thee time of orgasm, a hieroglyph symbolising a desire, 
an awakeness, can be lodged in thee inner recess of thee brain, in what is 
commonly dubbed thee sub conscious mind, butter which we call thee REAL-
CONSCIOUS MIND. This act then concentrates thee entire personality upon 
achievement ov thee desire. All this coums from our brains, our brains 
program us. There are no demons or gods. No mysteries. Observation and 
action are thee key. We can internalise our program, transmit our desire, and 
observe thee video of our thoughts on thee retina of thee mind. Thee sex 
moves, it groans and there really is nothing left butter thee exploration of 
our final lust.

Genesis P-Orridge, October 85.


Society murders every day, it murders childrens' imagination, it murders 
wives' love for their husbands, it murders men's respect for women, it 
murders people's hopes, dreams, joy in Life. Society mass-murders every 
day, and society is thee vehicle for control, and control is administered by 
thee rich and political, thee inheritors of feudal power.

That's why capitalism/thatcherism, politicism is EVIL-LIVE if there is such a 
thing as Evil. That's why we are ANGRY in our LOVE for humanity, for each 
other. People are divided, scared, hurt, damaged, betrayed, their spirit 
murdered every day.

RIOT IN THEE EYE, not thee riot on thee street, thee perception of life/society 
and what generates this anger, seeing, SEEING thee cruel, sadistic destruction 
of hope.

What makes matters worse is that thee people who administer Control don't 
even really know what it is, how it works, they are ignorant incompetents, 
which makes everything far more scary and dangerous. That's why they 
need to be removed and Control short-circuited and dissipated.

Thee Psychic Youth DROPS-OUT OV CONTROL, refuses to connive and collude 
in thee murder of thee populace and themselves by society.

Music is not thee rebellion, behaviour is, perception is, thee EYE, seeing how 
things are, refusing to reinforce it, be part of it.

   TURN ON CONTROL                           NEVER ACCEPT WITHOUT QUESTION
TUNE IN TO YOUR SELF                                    ALWAYS ASK WHY
DROP OUT OF CONTROL                    NEVER FEEL OBLIGED NEVER FEEL SCARED

CELEBRATE AND ACTIVATE

CARING IS NOT WEAKNESS
TOUCH YOURSELF TOUCH OTHERS
THEE BEST EXAMPLE IS EXAMPLE


MAGICK DEFENDS ITSELF

Thee hammer house of horror interpretation of Magick and Wicca is that 
curses and invocations are uttered by black-robed crones whilst they eat 
frogs and rat tails and drink bat's blood. In fact, so rare is thee energy of 
pure, undiluted anger that thee true mechanism of magickal defence is 
missed. It is a frequency generated and transmitted, just like a television 
signal. It does not need conscious direction. It homes in on thee receptor by 
default. That is, they are consciously disconnected from thee caring and 
protection of thee Individual angered. This exposes them to thee vagaries of 
a neurotic mass subconscious and within that mass thee anger still lurks.

In a sense Magick is a Zen Archer. By a combination of thee initial pure 
anger, and a second stage of disconnection, considered disinterest, it is able 
to defend itself by channeling "Active Truth". In simple terms, when you 
care for a person, or are closely involved with them in some way. Then they 
betray, abuse or corrupt that caring. You remove your protection. When you 
remove your protection, they are once more open to those forces and pitfalls 
from which you protected them. A true curse is to us then a technique of 
inaction and non-violence from which we can perceive thee effects of 
revenge without recourse to guilt on our part. Magick defends itself. It comes 
from intuition, is guided by will, and honours no gods, demons, or spirits. It 
is thee birthright of all human beings and thee progeny of their brain, not 
some outside superbeing. Polititians and Religious leaders of ALL 
persuasions hypocritically tell us otherwise. Believe none of them. Believe 
only your own experiences of life. To die free of guilt is to die pure. A star. 
And every man and woman is a star.

Our aim is wakefulness. Our enemy is dreamless sleep.


Thee essential structure of our Western Society is Feudal. Only thee names 
have been changed to protect thee guilty. Most of thee population are merely 
a natural resource, like oil, coal, water that is drawn upon for self-
perpetuation and for self-aggrandisement by those vested interests that 
administer Control. No-one controls Control anymore. It has a parasitic and 
debilitating life all its own. Certain very select groups have merely inherited 
thee almost Priestlike role of its protection and nurturing. Control replicates 
and expands inexorably, in a manner quite exactly like malignant cancer or, 
to use a current example, like AIDS, affecting individual aspirations and 
potential, our sense of unity and freedom, social and ideological optimism in 
precisely thee same terminal manner that those diseases affect our bodies.

Time is a key to thee perception of this process. Cancer and AIDS work 
through time. They are linear problems. Their destructiveness accelerates at 
an ever-increasing rate until thee termination of thee host body. Control 
need Time also. It hides in social structures like politics, religion, education, 
mass-media, thee nuclear family. Just like a virus, it exists for its own sake. 
It relies upon a certain element of belief in a rational order, acceptance of 
inherited values and measurements, hopelessness.

Control relies upon manipulation of human behaviour. Culture is an 
expression of states of mind rooted in thee effects of behavioural 
conditioning, albeit often obliquely. Culture is also a modification of language 
that can be read.

It can reveal, describe, measure and expose Control. Control can be short-
circuited.

Once identified and isolated, thee parameters and limits of Control are 
visible. We need to search for methods to break thee preconceptions, modes 
of unthinking acceptance and expectations that make us, withing our 
constructed behaviour patterns, so vulnerable to Control. De-construct to Re-
construct. We must retrain our inherited concept of what we are told is 
"reality".

By applying a non-linear fragmenting process to every aspect of perception, 
reality, society, behaviour and ideology it is possible to modify and confound 
Control, and jar its manipulation of behaviour and violation of self-respect. 
Magick, as we see it, is precisely this, a fragmenting process that does damge 
to Control and its primary tools of Guilt and Fear. It can operate within thee 
same medium, "Behaviour", as Control. It presents a system ot challenge, 
emasculate and render impotent thee parasite itself. In a real sense, it 
detoxifies thee behavioural immune system, restoring its balance. Control 
disintegrates, Magick integrates.

Thee method is a systematic application of the fragmenting Process to all 
modes of inherited behaviour and belief.

Thee intention is reclamation of self-determination and self-description by 
truly free choice.

Thee result is to neutralise and challenge thee centre of social control.


TOPY sent 5 individuals, untrained in lecturing or justification to thee very 
well organised THELEMIC Conference in Oxford in October(87). We learned 
that a large majority ov thee audience were genuinely interested in TOPY 
and Modern Magick. A small, drunk, loudly vocal minority, were interested 
in thee preservation ov thee Museum Ov Magick and their own Egos. They 
confuse every Individual's right to be unique and special with their own  
need to feel Superior. It's thee same old simplistic ignorance that confuses 
POWER with CONTROL. At thee very least, five ov our number now realise 
how awkward and frustrating it can be to coumunicate one's honesty and 
enthusiasm to intellectual snobs. They also saw how a few ov these old, old 
guard "Thelemites" see A. Crowley as a Hero, yet cannot observe their chosen 
hero clearly.

They talk ov flamboyance, charisma, and personality cults as weaknesses, 
yet their hero exploited all these attributes to thee hilt. They criticise others 
for re-interpretation ov his ideas to KEEP THEM ALIVE AND RELEVANT, and 
they act like his parents, thumping their chosen bibles, chanting his texts 
like doggerel, he would laugh, take thee piss and ridicule from these insecure 
characters for totally missing the point. All culture is magick, and magick is 
FOR ALL, not just scholars, and to be FOR ALL, it must be understood BY ALL, 
and relevant to ALL. Which must include making its language modern, 
FLEXIBLE, and straight forward. At least we can see thee Magickal 
Establishment reveal itself for what it has becoum. A backwater. Librarians 
are ov course useful to us all, butter they are best left in their closets.


TIME MIRRORS

Since all phenomena (or phenomenally appearing things) which arise present 
no reality in themselves, they are said to be of the noumena (in other words, 
they are of the Voidness, regarded as the noumenal background or Source of 
the physical universe of the phenomena). Though not formed into anything, 
yet they give shape to everything. Thus it is that phenomena and noumena 
are ever in union, and said to be of one nature. They are, like ice and water, 
reflection and mirror, two aspects of a single thing."

                                                        The Seven Books of Wisdom
                                                        Tibetan text

In the case of a mirror, there is a third aspect, the subject/viewer. Mirrors 
reveal and conceal. Their mystery permanent, their hints at doorways, 
windows and thresholds out of reach of most minds. Time. Image. Idea. 
There can be no separation, scientifically or subjectively. The atavistic face 
gazes down into a crystal pool. Ice- cold water. Grunts. A hand shatters the 
image, fear gaunt and haunting passes across, a shadowy cloud, and through 
all Time that moment can persist, be reclaimed.

"What is Time, but a variety of one thing? AOS

These moments of Time accumulate, are listed under memory in our modern 
synapses, are posited as always retrievable, amorphous. Nothing is forgotten, 
all is permitted. In a stinking cave, muttering babies scream and scratch, 
furs undulate in copulation. In one corner, bright-eyed first marks are 
daubed on a wall. They are marks to function, marks to place, of Time. They 
are marks to draw results and persist beyond one human lifetime. Instinct 
has arisen, snake-like, coiling itself into intuition and suggested the very 
power of suggestion. No-one noted down from a book this process, it grew 
from watching the elements, closeness to life-forces, death-forces that 
modern persons are divorced form. On this damp stone there is a curve, it is 
land, horizon, ejaculation, movement.

"Magick consists in seeing and willing beyond that next horizon." The Sar.

Mrs. Paterson stares down. Pencilled into existence. It is her as she was 
when she took Austin Osman Spare at 14 years old and initiated him into the 
art of sexual magic and a powerful system of sorcery that she had 
rediscovered through communion across time with systems and techniques 
that grew from a most animalistic and pure union of instinct. She knew, and 
she taught Spare, how to travel through Time, and how to remain Present in 
Life after bodily death. She was a medium, but her guides were not just 
ikons of the intuitive tribes, American indians, tantric Tibetans, aboriginals. 
She understood the most particular secret. Her medium was herself. She was 
able to ravel through mirrors back in Time, and forward in Time. There is a 
drawing by Spare, pencil and gouache, finished in 1928. The main figure is 
Mrs. Paterson. Coming from behind her head, making a blister in the 
shimmering green aura, a half complete Face.It belongs to no-one, everyone. 
It is her, literally, it is a cavalier, symbolically, it is Austin Osman Spare 
literally. This one picture contains all the secrets Spare never wrote down. 
He appears in the bottom right-hand corner, an old man, eyes closed, 
concentrating, materialising. What Spare does is trick us. All his writings are 
symbolic, they were never intended to be taken literally on any level, 
despite modern infatuations to the contrary. His writings are purely 
decorative. They are entertainment. His relaxation AFTER his real work. His 
special trick was to convince everybody that his drawings, paintings, images 
were symbolic. They are in fact his only real work. Like all great sorcerers, 
he hid his real secret in apparently commonplace media. In the key picture, 
he is actually kneeling. It is a photographic image of his prediction of both 
his own bodily death, and his worship of Mrs. Paterson as his true Goddess. 
His use of prostitutes and scarlet women of middle age in his sexual magick 
was to return to his potency with his only access point through Time into 
Timelessness. They were closer to Mrs. Paterson, so he used them as a 
focussing visual image to recharge his contact with her. When she died, he 
took her energy and literally trapped it, living, into this, and one or two 
other pictures. He sinks into her chest, is absorbed, they rise together, 
androgenous, both their faces, all their agaes superimposed. He has drawn 
himself dying, conjuring himself into the image in advance, so he remains 
always about to return.

"Art is the truth we have realised of our belief." AOS

"Art can contradict science." AOS

"Do you see those flowers growing on the sides of the abyss whose beauty is 
so deadly and whose scent is so disturbing? Beware ..." -de Guatia

In his images of sorcery, his purest incantations through Art, Spare uses a 
graphic skill and technique second to none. Yet his most commonly seen 
works are excellent, but obvious in their skill. Sometimes deliberately fast 
and loose. The nearest modern parallel would be Salvador Dali, who could 
suggest perfection in a few marks, or worship HIS goddess, Gala, with a 
photographically pure technique that is unearthly accurate. It seems to me 
that Spare is equal in geniu to Rembrandt in the past, Dali in the present and 
Brion Gysin in the future.

"The future is in the past, but it is not wholly contained in the present."
                                                     Hoene-Wronski

Both Spare and Gysin lived to reach new dimensions, they understood to 
pursue Wisdom, no knowledge. This alone made collaboration with most 
magickal groups impossible. Where the need for nostalgic elitism and power 
by knowledge and length of bookshelf are too often camouflaged self-
aggrandisement where self-improvement to serve is the rality. Peladan was 
in fact a prophet of developments that later became possible, and only now 
become likely. Spare was aware that mystery and magick generate 
fascination and action in human persons. He used his books, his Beardsley-
like graphics, his writings to attract interest after his death. He knew that 
this would reactivate his soul and animate his psyche once more. He was also 
shrewd enough to make ALL his Secrets non-verbal. Not one is contained in 
his writings. Only the atavistic hintings, and the "Time Mirror" drawings 
explain his vision.

"The Universe is a creative Process carried on by man's imagination, an 
operative power capable of becoming more supple, more animate."
                                                      Teilhard de Chardin

What is happening in these certain key pictures is this. All ideas have an 
image. There are no exceptions. All materials that make a piece of art are 
material. They are formed of patterns of atoms and molecules, charged by 
various energies. Modern psychology also accepts that Ideas are material 
entities, like animals and plants. All mythological ideas, Jung states, are 
ESSENTIALLY REAL, and far older than any philosophy. They originated in 
primal perceptions, correspondences and experiences. The catalytic element 
that regenerates a reaction between entitic Ideas and spectator (viewer of 
painting) favours parapsychological events is the presence of an active 
archetype. In the cas of Spare's Art, this can be anything from an obvious 
glyph, a non-decorative aesthetic arrangement, or in the most intense works, 
an invisible charge of energy which calls the deeper, instinctual layers of the 
psyche into action. The archetype is a borderline phenomenon, an acausal 
connecting principle closest in explanation to deliberately controlled, SELF-
conscious, synchronicity. When Spare says Self-Love, he means Self-
Conscious, yet egoless. When he uses the word Chaos, he is amusing himself, 
and leaving a key clue. Austin Osman Spare's Chaos is both a signature and a 
signpost to Future Time. ChDVH (CH)=JOY=23. AOS is simply his name, his 
authorship within his secret sorceries.

"Art is the instinctive application of the knowledge latent in the 
subconscious." 
                                                        A.O.S.

After Mrs. Paterson died, Spare was waiting to be inside her again, fused 
with her energy. The key picture is the actual moment of his death, and the 
moment of her death overlaid. His aim in all his magic was to reunite his 
spirit and hers within his Art so that they might quite literally live forever. 
They do live. Many unprompted witnesses have seen Mrs. Paterson's eyes 
close, open, cry, her whole head turn, a quite literally living portrait. Magic 
makes dreams real, makes the impossible possible, focusses the will. 
Throughout its history, crystals, water, polished metal, mirrors have been 
used to oracular ends. Spare's massive achievement is that he recognized the 
potential of Art, of image, to be the most powerful mirror of all. A window in 
Time, an Interface with death. In his art he captures not just an image but a 
life-force and energy. What happens is this lies dormant until it comes into 
contact and reacts with other energies, the viewer. Primal, atavistic man 
knew this and invested his ideas/images with unrestricted power: when you 
deal with image nly, as with most 20th Century Art, you don't get anything 
back except aesthetics. Spare has achieved the previously impossible, a two-
way communication where his image reacts to and with us. It has a life of its 
own. The nearest parallel, a mirror in which you can see another world, 
another Time, another dimension, yet one you cannot reach into like water, 
one your hand reaching out cannot quite touch, the glass remains solid and 
frustrates us. What this energy held within his images is doing is 
transcending the barriers of observed Time so what we are dealing with is a 
four-dimensional object or image. This form of energy will have existed at all 
times and will exist at all times.

An objective and critical survey of the available data would establish that 
perceptions occur as if in part there were no space, in part no time. Space 
and Time are not only the most immediate certainties for us, they are also 
empirically, since everything observable happens as though it occurred in 
Space and Time. In the face of this overwhelming certainty, it is 
understandable that reason should have the greatest difficulty in granting 
validity to the peculiar nature of telepathic phenomena. But anyone who 
does justice to the Facts cannot but admit that their apparent space-
timelessness is their most essential quality. The fact that we are totally 
unable to imagine a form of existence without Space and Time by no means 
proves that such an existence is, in itself, impossible, and, therefore, just as 
we cannot DRAW from an appearance of space-timelessness, any absolute 
conclusion about a spce-timeless form of existence, so we are not entitled to 
conclude from the apparent space-time quality of our perception that there 
is NO FORM of existence without Space and Time. Just as physics now allows 
for "limitedness of space", a relativization, it is beginning with Catastrophe 
Theory to posit a "limitedness" of both Time and Causality. In short, nothing 
is fixed, the possibilities ALONE are endless.

"Conscious looking is a search for verification of the notions that impel the 
search, and always has a circular mirroring element in it." 

                                                        TOPY

In Spare's best images, it seems a medium has been found whereby the 
essence that survives death but is mostly beyond our communication has 
been captured by, transmitted into, an object that we are familiar with, i.e. a 
painting, and we are therefore used to trying to interpret or recieve 
information from. Because of the familiarity of painting, we don't put up 
barriers. We expect to try and see what the artist felt, wanted to say. If 
Spare said he was going to capture and demonstrate the soul after death, 
most observers would switch off. There would be interference with the 
transmission. Because Spare seduces us by saying this is an artwork, a 
picture, when in fact it is a photograph of a mirror of an actual reality, we 
remain open-minded, which means there is more chance that the 
phenomenon of actual physical changes in his picture will happen. We shall 
see, in short, that which many of us rightly choose not to believe in, living, 
moving, changing images of post-death life force, or soul essence. You see it 
reacting to you, it recieves and transmits direct into your conscious senses, 
but it must also be transmitting direct into the subconscious also, just as 
Sigilisation does. Presumably we transmit back to what is there, so what is 
there will change over the years as it reacts with various observers. All 
these energies mingle and mutate. The soul, life-force, energy, call it what 
you will, is generally said to be visible through the mirrors of the soul, the 
eyes. In the 1928 key works of Mrs. Paterson, the eyes are neither open, nor 
shut, and this is true in much of Spare's works. They are neither rejecting 
the possibility of seeing the captured soul, nor openly inviting it. This half-
shut, half-open limbo suggests responsibility lies with the viewer to choose 
to commune with the elemental energies portrayed. By painting himself old 
when he was young and young when he was old, Spare mirrors Rembrandt 
once more and clearly directs us constantly to links backwards and forwards 
through time as he succeeds in presenting an image of the apparently 
impossible-IMMORTALITY.

"Accept nothing, assume nothing, always look further, be open-eyed as well 
as open-minded and don't kid yourself."

                                                          old TOPY proverb

The psyche, in its deepest reaches, seems well able to participate in an 
existence beyond the web of Space and Time, this dimension is often dubbed 
eternity, or infinity, yet it actually behaves, if we take Spare's art as 
representative (it is not symbolic), as either a one-way or two-way mirror 
dependent for its function upon the translation of the unconscious, into a 
communicable image that bonds the actual molecules of the graphic image 
with its driving forces, unlocked from the unconscious into a fixed or mobile 
source of power dependent upon previous viewers, and with more vitally, 
our own abilities to interface directly with its energy. All "matter" is formed 
of molecules and atoms, therefore, at least in theory, we CAN potentially 
walk through walls by correct vibration of our own body corresponding with 
the vibration of the wall. It is just as theoretically possible to lock energy 
into the form of an image that has the ability to move, change, alter and 
animate its content. The only gap of credibility being that of first-hand 
experience. We don't believe it until it happens to us. We only know what we 
have experienced, belief is rooted in recognition.

Imagination opens to syntheses larger than the sum total of reason. New 
images reflect more than logical synthesis can produce. There is a radical 
discontinuity in every truly creative idea or discovery. Projection direct from 
image to viewer involves more than the logical mode of thinking that does 
the projecting. An idea cannot exist separate from an image. For example, the 
Virgin Mary image embodies the idea of "compassion". A Goddess or God is a 
figurative image of an idea. Images are the root language of social and self-
control. Science attempts to explain the universe objectively, without a 
viewer, therefore it cannot explain Art, or the unique effects or phenomena 
Spare generate by it. This is not a possible function of science, it cannot tell 
us why Spare's images can alter, why his faces change, eyes open and close, 
colours vary. Photographs are said to steal souls, they certainly capture a 
moment in Time. Freeze it. So do the images and oracles of Art, true Art. For 
Art was originally revelatory, shamanistic, fully integrated into every 
moment of Life. Spare's images capture the Process of creation, the thoughts 
of the creator, and the memories of the viewer, which are recalls of past 
events and feelings that are more compact, briefer, than when they took 
place originally. Memories are Past-Time, brought into Present-Time. Time is 
not linear, all Time exists simultaneously and points in every direction 
simultaneously. It is quaquaversal, omnipresent. There is no reason why 
Spare's images should not capture Time, thought and experience, then 
recreate and expand it in the viewer's mind.

Subjective experience is no less real than objective conjecture. All roads lead 
to Rome in a mirror to mirror function. This Function of mirroring is found in 
the trance state in a simple, direct way. The higher techniques of idea and 
artist's illusory skill makes active through Time and Space effects and 
phenomena normally consigned to the sceptical parking lot of modern 
existence.

Years of trying to rationalise inexplicable experiences adequately fall apart, 
and only a unique re-assessement via Spare's self-confessed image sorcery 
begins to give answers to what we see and feel. Time mirrors Time.

In the Mrs. Paterson picture, Spare depicts her at the moment of death, but 
as she looked when she was young. He depicts himself, then quite young, as 
he would look, old at the moments of death. He thus creates a situaltion of 
contradiction. She is dead, yet alive and young, he is alive and young, yet 
dead. This visualisation making the image energies circular, not closed.


This is why the picture is a window, mirror, threshold, active and useable by 
them or us. The illustration is a key to understanding the entire situation 
and its implications. It is a depiction of the real. Spare and Mrs. Paterson live 
on in his art, taking the concept of Art being the Life and Soul of a culture 
further than ever before dreamed. The only question remaining is, now that 
they have cheated death, can they, will they ever come back out?

"He who transcends Time escapes necessity." AOS

"All nature is a vast reflection of that which is within us, or else we could not 
know it." AOS

"Embrace reality by imagination." AOS

"What is death? A great mutation to your next self." AOS

"The life-force is not blind, we are." AOS

Genisis P-Orridge
London 1987


PSYCHIC TV has always been thee expression of thee sum total of thee 
people in it. As different Individuals coum and go, thee emphasis and skills 
change. We despise style, we therefore follow our whims. We feel no 
obligation to retain a formula and always please our audience. We cannot 
allow anyone to dictate direction. Searching is thee process we value. How 
things work, from records to control, is our obsession. Why we always screw 
up simple things nags us. We feel we try, we try as honestly as we can. We 
feel no different from anyone else. Trying to grow, get by, not be damaged, 
and, like anyone, we make mistakes and miscalculations. Possibly thee only 
way we can serve anyone out there is by keeping open. Learning in public. 
Showing it's possible to try and all support and encourage each other. 
Embracing those who feel isolated and alone. Whose parents, school, friends 
say they are stupid, mad, daft. Let's create a movement of thee 
disenchanted. Argue with mum and dad. Always ask "Why?", always say 
"No" when we want to.

Let's stop squabbling over style, fashion, hipness and cool. Let's stop being 
afraid of each other. Too many of us are ridiculed and interrogated over 
trivia by our friends, so we choose to be part of a clique for security. Let's 
start finding security by just saying we don't want to fit in. We challenge 
authority. We challenge rules, politics, society.

We believe our secret dreams, we want to fight you, you in control, you who 
feed us such garbage on TV, in thee papers in thee street, at home, at school. 
You who steal our money with music and fashion, abuse a culture, a 
celebration that is ours. You who say how we make love, at what age, who 
give us legal drugs that cause violence, rape, depression and cancer and 
make illegal thee drugs that awaken us. Hypocrites all. Death dealers.

We see you, we join together, aware of our differences to spite you. To spit in 
your faces. Your lies are easy to see. They hurt us. All our trust is destroyed, 
in Life and in others, when we suddenly realise at 12, 13, whenever, that all 
people who are older and supposedly wiser are lying and colluding to make 
us into robots like them so they either feel less guilty for giving up 
themselves, or so they can maintain their vile hold on thee status quo and 
power. They split our trust, our dreams, thee gold-dust of our childhood and 
leave us sobbing in our hearts.

Most of us never recover. We punish ourselves with destructive behaviour. 
We feel guilty for being resentful, we inherit neuroses and habits that hurt 
and confuse us and those we want to love. They distract us from those we 
should denounce and reduce to slavering pitiful mutations, which is what 
thee people in control really are.

They hide behind their power, terrified that they might be seen for what 
they really are: pathetic, deformed and weak. They may deserve pity one 
day, but only after their power is gone. To hide their deformity, they 
disfigure us. Steal our spirit and self-esteem. It is possible to fight back. 
Reclaim your self-esteem, care for yourself genuinely, and it's easier to car 
for and respect others. Don't worry about their style of doing things, of 
saying things, care about thee fact they DO SOMETHING.

We can re-learn to love ourselves. Through that, each other, our own tribes, 
and through that, we can love Control to death. Human beings can be 
amazing creatures, why accept less? Stop squabbling, start growing.

It remains true to say that we've retained a feeling of hurt, anger and 
betrayal of our trust by thee music system structures and coum Individuals 
within it. Only thee sincere en-thusiasm of those who do care for PTV and 
give us their trust and support has kept us intact and ready to do battle 
again. It's time to pause for a second and say "THANK YOU". Back to thee 
trenches, wounds licked, memories clear. Those who do not remember thee 
past are condemned to repeat it. If we appear uncool or sentimental in these 
sleeve notes...TOUGH. Thee truth is what we seek, even thee truth that 
reveals our weaknesses. We've re-assessed, sulked, bitched, hidden, 
analysed, and discovered we prefer to care. Thee easiest solutions are often 
hardest to grasp.


MESSAGE FOR THEE NEW Y-ERA

There is at large a squalid mentality (discreetly pinpointed in the excellent 
first SOUNDMAKER editorial) that would rather infect the world of music 
with its own miserable, neurotic, twisted, paranoid and very destructive 
attitudes than admit to its fear. Too many cynic in the media use the 
language of trivial insult and prejudice to ridicule and deflect interest in 
sincerely motivated projects and records. They patronise by assuming 
nobody want to think, or discover and embrace hope, variety, intelligence 
and listenability. They champion disposable and transient pap that will be 
forgotten in a few years' time, hardly a golden oldy in sight. Vinyl like 
heroin, addictive, yet giving its consumer a diminishing return. The last thing 
these vampires desire is actually to think, credit their public with an ability 
to choose for themselves, to have FREEDOM to make up their own minds. It's 
sick, and it's dangerous. They don't want us to think, to learn or investigate 
with an open mind, WITHOUT preconceptions. They are a cancer of prejudice. 
A world full of possibilities frightens them. They soil everything that has 
integrity and encourage mediocrity and pretentious legends of rock & roll.

They have a vested interest in appearing to be arbiters of taste, well-
informed and intelligent. To do this they attempt to drag their public down 
to their own level, that way they feel safe and secure, needed. In reality 
they are jealous, frustrated, self-seeking emotional cripples who survive in 
their jubs by the perpetuation of lies, distortion, arrogance, banality and 
creepmanship. (A creep in power will tend to employ a lesser creep to 
maintain that power). Self-image and self-esteem through blackmail sustain 
them. They are as inaccurate, vindictive, ignorant and mercenary as the 
worst of the gutter press and corrupt-company-tactics that they would be 
the first to deride. They feed on misery and confusion to perpetuate their 
power. The music, communication, ideas, structure, content, thought, are the 
least of their considerations. Superficial style and formulas are their Gods, 
sometimes with a line of coke to make things brighter. They bolster up a 
fading, terminal establishment that is a parasite on creativity, disinterested 
in real thought, against artists. A united front and sincerity terrify them. It's 
like a cross to a vampire. They wash their hands of honesty to avoid facing 
their own corruption. They exist to continue to exist. Bitter that for all their 
bombast and cmouflage, they are second-rate lackeys, living in the past, 
trying to perpetuate redundant visions of life and, UGH, entertainment. 
Morons relying upon morons, soiling and spoiling effortlessly. Feeding 
showbiz music like pap to a public they truly see as infantile and stupid. A 
public they continue to supply with the second-rate and starve of any 
satisfaction, who they try to distract from more substantial fodder into 
which they might sink their teeth. Weakness breeding weakness to simply 
perpetuate weakness. An egalitarian society based upon a principle of 
emptiness.

The public expect truth and objectivity, accurate, fair and well-reasearched 
information, challenging ideas and structures...fullness. So often they are 
given the opposite under a veneer of radical thought, newness and 
superficial style. In their patronising cocoon of infallibility, they live to 
persuade that they are necessary, that we need them to indicate to us what 
we should think, what we should discuss, how we should look, what should 
motivate us. Their insides are the home of vicious and destructive bitterness, 
twisted journalistic cruelty and sarcasm nurtured by their secret knowledge 
that they are dispensible, ugly parasites. Their distorted prejudice explodes 
across us, into our faces, into our lives, it cannot but fail to have its effect. 
Their capacity to hate is a frightening reality. They are always ready to 
blame and attack if the circumstances can free them from their own self-
guilt.

Who are they? They ooze everywhere, to throughout the record industry, its 
newspapers, its radio shows, producers, disc jockeys, and even its groups. 
They have faces of death.

PSYCHIC TV are at war with these people and these destructive forces. 
PSYCHIC TV are part of SOME BIZZARE (sic). Some Bizzare are at war with 
these forces too. Everyone at Some Bizzare is united in fighting this battle, 
and the battle goes on forever. We don't wish to convert, we just want to get 
everyone a fair trial, and a fair deal. Content, intelligence, longevity, 
relevance, thought, variety, interest. We promote non-conformist attitudes 
and instrumentation. Most people are conditioned to restrict and limit 
themselves in every area of their lives, to accept what they are given. We all 
fall for it, yet nearly all of us know what's going on. We know we don't have 
to accept anything. We are trained to like to feel comfortable, to get what we 
expect, to be able to pigeonhole and label things quickly and clearly, to 
dislike being disturbed, confused or surprised. Yet that path leads to 
boredom. And most of us rightly hate boredom. But an all-pervading attitude 
of acceptance makes directing, controlling, exploiting and lying easier. If 
people don't deman more, if they don't like to think, they are not a threat. 
It's the job of music to challenge, to provoke thought and discussion, to 
enrich our lives and inspire, to observe and describe. We feel this can be 
done. No dogmas, no political ranting, no worship of technique for its own 
sake. But listenable, intelligent music that will be as relevant in 10 years 
time as it is today. There are no limits. We must refuse to be directed, 
limited, reliant upon formulae and fashion. Nothing must deflect us from our 
dreams. When we stop dreaming we die. And those who dare to dream in 
public should be treasured, not ridiculed.

We walk a thin line between expression and suppression.

There are, make no mistake, hundreds of people out there who'd love to see 
PTV, Some Bizzare and their like destroyed, because if we can exist as an 
example of a totally new way to work, a united community with a common 
aim trying to invest music with value, honesty and integrity, each in our own 
idiosyncratic way. If people start to expect more, and get it, if you really get 
what you deserve, totally committed products from totally committed people 
then finally those parasites and deceivers will become redundant, useless, 
ridiculous. Exposed for the empty, nasty shells they are. Make no mistake - 
the record industry and its media ARE riddled with these negative people 
and their prime motive, their reason for living is to prevent real information
reaching people to prevent liberation of the young. They do it to disguise 
their own faults and weaknesses, their own failures and paranoias. They 
would rather destroy any kind of hope or honesty than allow growth and 
freedom to expose their twisted form of life. And they are the enemy. They 
breed hypocrisy.

They want control.

It's a huge battle, a lifelong battle, and if you choose to fight it you are 
vulnerable. You can be hurt, ridiculed, insulted, threatened, blackmailed and 
misunderstood. Psychic TV and Some Bizzare understand that risk and we 
accept is happily. If we can die without any guilt, without fear, we have won.

Please buy our records and help us all keep fighting.

Thank you.

Psychic TV, London, 23 December 82


HIS NAME WAS MASTER

In 1916 Brion arrived screaming and kicking, suffering, forever from thee 
adverse effects of constricted vaginal muscle. Projected through a world that 
was like Disneyland into a world that became Disneyland via a port of entry 
charged by light. Brion travelled in Time and Light and made us all cry 
easier than loss in our earthbound domesticity. E am counvinced, always will 
be, that Brion is, was, and will be a Master Cultural Alchemist. he could be so 
negative, stubborn and cantankerous that screaming suicide off high 
buildings became more enlightening than his clammed up vivoscity of no-
speak. Frustrating all attempts to get a direct answer to a direct question he 
would benignly draw on his kif and, eyes twinkling, play a magickal cat and 
mouse for literally hours on end. E have never seen a more knowledgable, 
more capable teacher anywhere, either as myth or saint or, in Brion's case, as 
human. At the end of the day he was the only man E ever wrote love letters 
to. To Master a long Goodnight...

And now, in present Time. He's not here. And it hurts coumpletely. In Thee 
way it sneaks into us unannounced, cutting nerves and emotions, crippling 
our coumplacent daily stance and opening up our pain synapses to snapping 
point.

In 1975 E wrote to Brion. E was co-editor of a reference book of mammoth 
proportions called Contemporary Artists and E was determined that Brion 
should be rightfully represented in that tome as a radical visual artist and 
painter. Not dismissed as an eccentric dilettante as appeared to have 
happened so far in thee deceptual artworld. For ten years E had, like so 
many, been tracking down these renegades via deleted Beach Books, often 
found in Soho Porn Shops. Exploding with multiple recognitions of a 
contemporary arcane knowledge that appeared to confirm youthful instincts 
and intuitions, Brion was always thee hardest to find. he remained that way 
forever. He had become light. There was no focus, only reverberating 
frequencies and pulses, crystals at his center. He had becoum, quite literally 
and physically a Dreamachine that had assumed human form for thee 
reassurance of us mere observers. We stare still with closed eyes. He flickers 
bright on our retina and generates vivid signals, E see all about Brion as 
Magick and Light. E re-discovered perception through him.

Out to Brion went a thorough list of questions about his life so far. Back came 
a cultured exclamation of surprise coupled with a note, "Even the CIA don't 
know THIS much about me". Through correspondence we met in Paris. he 
would make tea in his tiny kitchen, Moroccan style. Naming thee dirrerent 
bubbles as thee water heated. As thee fish eyes appeared he poured thee 
water into thee tea. Exploding it's flavour. Thee alchemists believe water 
boils at 101 degrees, he explained. We soon developed a tradition, chocolate 
biscuits and tea in the afternoons. A small pasta meal in thee evening, with 
spirits to accoumpany it. Coffee later on. E would sit. Thee sound of 
drumming outside thee Pmpidou Cenre. Flashes of Marakech. Sunlight 
catching thee flowers on his white table, smell of hash smoke. Swiss 
dreamachine in thee corner. Caligraphic paintings on thee easel. Notebooks in 
rows. Moroccan trinkets reminding me of his influence over Brian Jones. And 
he would talk. It was like a children's fairytale. Thee child looking up 
spellbound and thee grandfather enrapturing him with his amazing tales and 
anecdotes. Never enough time. Never enough time. Yellow light cutting across 
thee later shadows and dreams. There is no way to describe how proud E 
was to meet and know this man.

"The hallucinated have come to tell you that your utilities are being shut off, 
dreams monitored, thought directed, sex is shutting off everywhere you are 
being sent.

All words taped. Agents everywhere. Marking down the live ones to 
exterminate. They are turning off the lights.

No they are not evil, nor the devil, but men on a mission with a spot of work 
to do.

This, dear friends, they intend to do on you.

You have been offered a choice between liberty and freedom and NO! you 
can not have both."

                                                       B.G. MINUTES TO GO 1968 

Thee way to write is to simply tell the truth. The way to right is to simply, 
tell thee truth.

"Dearest Gen

There is not much point in telling you just how negative I am feeling these 
days...daze. I have not much recovered from my fall on the stairs. After all is 
said and done, I feel only one thing...finished. I don't feel any necessity to do 
all these things, but I guess I'll do them if I am still stuck here and have to 
do them. I'll do them as best I can and that may not be much. Don't worry. 
Nothing much more to be said but dumb numb no-news."

                                                                        love, Brion
                                                        17 March 1982

And within everything else, there is coumthing else. It's a spark. E live 
forever surrounded by Brion. His paintings are on the walls, his face in 
snapshots on thee mantelpiece. Thee glow of Paris light. Caresse calls him 
"Grandad, my grandad", and she is right. Thee wise old man of thee lowlands. 
When I took Paula to meet Brion for thee first time E was nervous. He's a bit 
misogynist E warned. Well, he tries to be, butter E have always found him 
charming to women nevertheless. Paula knew nothing about Brion except my 
love for him. Her love for him was instant and pure. He congratulated us on 
our impulsive marriage in Tijuana in 1981. Chance had it that two boys from 
Joujouka were staying with him in Paris that week. Brion made us relaxed. 
Paula used thee dreamachine, unprompted by any prior information about 
what it was. Heathen Earth played as she and the Arab boys stared, eyes 
closed. E filmed on video. Soon Paula was swirling through psychedelic 
patterns and vivid colours. Then desert landscapes, eyes of Horus, so many 
archetypal symbols and places. Proof positive that thee dreamachine actually 
works, it is not triggered by preconceptions. And afterwards thee most 
beautiful, priceless and special meal of my whole life, cooked and served by 
these musicians of Joujouka. As we ate and talked, Brion full of energies; 
thee boys played sacred music of Pan on pipes in candlelight. E was once 
more in a fairytale, thee old magician conjuring sensations and rewards. E 
have never lost my joy and thanks for such a special gift from Brion. Nothing 
could have been more literally priceless than that dark, orange, flamelit 
evening. At thee end of thee evening he gave us a painting. Our Pagan 
wedding present, which he inscribed for us. All thee fears and illnesses, all 
thee betrayals and losses of his life, his bitterness and flirtations with 
socialites became as nothing. He was thee wisest, kindest man in our world 
and we loved him totally for it.

Brion's work and friendship is a reminder, a notice of work to be done and a 
challenge to thee stagnant coumplacency of thee dreamless minds that would 
drown us. Magick begins in dreams, dreaming what we would like to happen, 
programming our subconscious. If you take those dreams seriously enough, 
they do happen. Dreams are descriptions of how things really are. A product 
of thee Third Mind, of perceptual editing and focussed will. Dreams are 
accurate transmissions. There should be no separation between work, life, 
dreams. We must all aim for coumplete integration of every possible and 
impossible facet of our minds, responses and relationships and then express 
that integration through popular culture and expressive arts, through 
friendships and events, through light and time. Brion was a philosophical and 
alchemical transmitter-receiver. His ideas are frequencies that travel and 
confront as intimatly as television butter with the shamanic ritual magick. 
No wonder he fell in love with thee pipes of Pan and thee sunlight of thee 
desert. There should be no separation. Separation would be dishonest, would 
go against a dream of evolution through knowledge and psychic 
development, would go against our potential. A book, a film, music, paintings, 
love, are all thee person who makes and feels them. This is a magickal 
process and it makes things happen. It reveals even more. Thee first time E 
looked at Brion's drawings they appeared abstract calligraphics. Then he told 
me they were portrayals of Arab market places. E could immediatly see they 
were indeed photographically accurate pictures of everyday scenes. They 
simply included thee nature of reality and time that engages our receptors in 
a manner we were unused to. Now E always introduce his paintings as 
figurative works to make this point. Man dreams before he talks, and since 
our first dreams we have felt that therein are messages. Prophecies, 
descriptions and events that cannot be ignored. Arcane societies and 
civilisations in their wisdom, and to their credit, employed people to 
interpret and record these dreams. Priests would stand on towers and pss 
their hands before their eyes rapidly creting a flicker effect against thee sun, 
eventually "tripping out" and speaking of visions that were considered to be 
holy and powerful. Today, a society and culture with a vested interest in 
thee supression of imagination, self-assurance, creativity, questioning and 
aspiration discards dreams and esoteric techniques as trivia. Dreams are 
merely disturbed nights, or entertainment. Brion saw dreams as a parallel 
and interconnected universe. A commentary upon Man's potential and hopes. 
He was in many ways a traditional artist, yet by thee nature of his 
personality he was simultaneously and without self-contradiction thee most 
radical thinker of our age in thee area of magickal creativity and cross-
discipline possibilities. No surprise then that his greatest political and 
behavioral achievement was dubbed the DREAMACHINE. A simple machine 
able to de-condition and reactivate our perceptions. Society's controllers try 
to ensure that dreams are represented as vestigal trappings of intuition and 
are kept in their place. For Brion and those who revere his work, that way 
lies death. When you cease to dream you cease to exist. Shut your eyes. Thee 
world doesn't die, open them and in a sense, half of it does. Dreams generate 
ideas, liberate behaviour, enhance sexuality, empower magick and most of 
all create possibilities. Dangerous stuff. No wonder Brion was frozen out into 
thee sideshows of painting and writing. Too real. Too close to functional and 
practical techniques. Now, through Brion, we have thee Dreamachine. 
Perhaps a crucial tool for thee arousal of vision, perception and inner peace 
that has becoum our heritage. Make no mistake, its suppression in subtle 
ways was no accident. A machine that for the price of a lightbulb leads you 
drugless into thee core of your being, taps you into thee mass subconscious, 
stimulates thee mind and bridges the abyss between sleep and wakefulness, 
conscious and unconscious life. Brion recognised that we are at war. Thee 
fight is between suppression and expression, suppression and perception, 
sexuality and guilt; and between all those things that bolster and assist 
control, manipulation and darkness and those that encourage freedom, 
evolution hope and light.

In thee eleven years we were friends, thee question E most asked Brion was 
"Tell me about magick..." Thee question he most studiously avoided 
answering was thee same. Yet once he graciously gave me a clue; "Do you 
know your real name?" he asked, E did. It was as E expected.

There was never a superiority or generation gap with Brion. He was always 
living in now and thee future. In present time. Thinking of new projects, 
working with young people, making music, records, paintings. Holding 
soirees for young fans and seekers. Always outgoing and moving, always 
absorbing and thinking. Thee last time we saw him was in Paris in 1986, ten 
days before he died. Paula and E sat and held his hands. Being physically 
alive had becoum a struggle. "I just never guessed it would hurt so much" he 
said. And really, there was nothing more to say. It was over.

Brion was sure he was here to go. We are left here to do.

And what we do is described by, defined and contained within our dreams.

During that last afternoon thee undertaker came to discuss death 
arrangements with Brion. Paula and E went walking round Rue St. Martin. 
We couldn't articulate thee craziness of life and death. There was nothing to 
say. Two boys from behind thee iron curtain stopped us and told us of their 
work in electrical sculpture and words. They were influenced by thee ideas 
of Brion Gysin, who they had heard lived in Paris. We drank coffee and took 
their address. Exiles in America. "He doesn't live in Paris anymore" E said. 
We felt euphorically disconnected, yet cold. Suppressing our emotions and 
terrors because they meant nothing. Had no value measured against losing 
Brion. So many people who love him so much. All knowing they wil lose him 
soon. Frail images of his room. Now a hospice. Thee air itself was thee colour 
of thee plastic tubes and bags of liquid. Casting a cold bluish tinge through 
everything. As the light was going from him, his space was becoming 
transparent.

Ten days later Paula ran into thee room crying, sobbing uncontrollably. 
"Brion's dead" she said.

genesis p-orridge
november 1986 London